It was Harold who had made it possible.
A clever boy, and a wonderful son… When it had become quite clear that she could no longer afford to keep the house up, that it would have to be sold, it was Harold who had persuaded his firm to buy it. Their interest, he had told her, lay not in the house, but in the site – as would any buyer’s. The house itself was almost without value now, but the position was convenient. As a condition of sale, four rooms on the south side had been converted into a flat which was to be hers for life. The rest of the house had become a hostel housing some twenty young people who worked in the laboratiories and offices which now stood on the north side, on the site of the stables and part of the paddock. One day, she knew, the old house would come down, she had seen the plans, but for the present, for her time, both it and the garden to the south and west could remain unspoilt. Harold had assured her that they would not be required for fifteen or twenty years yet – much longer than she would know the need of them… John Wyndham, Stitch in time ’Then stay in Istanbul,’ said Ipek. Ka looked at her carefully. ’Is Istanbul where you want to live?’ he asked in a whisper. His greatest wish just then was for Ipek to ask something of him. Ipek sensed this, too. ’I don’t want anything.’ she said. Ka knew he was rushing. But something told him he wasn’t going to be in Kars much longer, that soon he would be unable to breathe here – so he had to rush, as if his life depended on it. For a few moments they listened to snatches of a distant conversation; then a horse and carriage passed under the window and they listened to the wheels rolling over the snow. Ipek was standing in the doorway slowly and meticulously removing the hair that had collected in the brush in her hand. ’Life here is so poor and hopeless that people, even people like you, forget what it’s like to want something,’ said Ka. ’One cannot think of life here, only death… Are you coming with me?’ Ipek didn’t answer. ’If you’re going to say no, then don’t answer me at all,’ added Ka. ’I don’t know,’ said Ipek, her eyes on the brush. ’They’re waiting for us in the other room.’ Orhan Pamuk, Snow; translated by Maureen Freely) ——————————————————————————————————————— —–
directing him to secure the best place on the coach for me. and that was all he knew. at least. a lost world―. the Lost World has a river running through it. New Zealand ……………………………………………………………………………………………………… ……………………………………… I found that my landlord had got a letter from the Count. and could tell me anything of his castle. climbing harnesses and gumboots. because up to then he had understood it perfectly. Then it’s a short walk to a large. ferny gully 100m below as ―a fairy-land without the fairies. An experienced guide leads the way and participants are supplied with wetsuits. when two railway surveyors almost fell into it through a sinkhole. but on making inquiries as to details he seemed somewhat reticent. He and his wife. agility and endurance. Abraham (Bram) Stoker. he answered my question exactly as if he did. Wild caving also demands a reasonable level of fitness. When I asked him if he knew Count Dracula. head torches. They described the sunlit. The name stuck and 100 years later it has become the setting for one of the top adventure daytrips in a country famous for them: an exhilarating ―wild caving― experience. The trip starts with a 10-minute drive from Waitomo over rolling hills and through farm gates to the shed that is the base for the day’s expedition. the old lady came up to my room and said in a very hysterical way: ‘Must you go?’ She was in such an excited state that she seemed to have lost her grip of what German she knew. helmets. for it was all very mysterious and not by any means comforting. saying that they knew nothing at all. This could not be true. He mumbled out that the money had been sent in a letter. It was so near the time of starting that I had no time to ask anyone else. and pretended that he could not understand my German. Luise Southerden. and mixed it all up with some other language which I did not know at all. better known as the Lost World. so there’s plenty of time to enjoy the view of ferns wallpapering the cave walls and to notice a sound that begins as a whisper and grows into a rushing roar close to the cave floor. It takes about half an hour to reach the bottom. simply refused to speak further. looked at each other in a frightened sort of way. Dracula
. and. Wild caving involves exploring caves without the aid of formed pathways and fixed lighting found in so-called ―show caves―. Like many of Waitomo’s caves. gaping hole. The cave was first discovered in 1906. both he and his wife crossed themselves. the old lady who had received me. Just before I was leaving.The main attraction is Mangapu Cave.