With joyful haste
The Whimsical trout
Shot past me like an arrow.
Schubert's Die Forelle (Trout Quintett) is playing whimsically through my morningroom, sending memories of fishing adventures down my spine. An unopen book lies in front of me. My fingers, still stiff from a long night's sleep, will open the first pages and I will be carried into its story by an invisible force. Friends have told me so much of this book, of its mesmerizing effect, of its words which swim like whimsical fishes in deep water. I know I will be captured. I know I will forget time and place. I know everything else will have to wait.
With open eyes I walk into a world of black and white letters, a world of words which will haunt, which have power over tears and laughter, sorrow and joy. I will forget everything else. I will be transformed. It is Sunday morning and I am ready to start Vikram Seth's An Equal Music.