“ Flora asked no more, but lay still on her couch of pine branches, looking out on the calm and glorified hills. Nobody else broke the silence; I think Fenton was gone to sleep; and the others were quiet."The shadows are going the wrong way," said Flora at last. "I wish this day would last longer!""'A thing of beauty is a joy for ever,'" said Meredith."Don't quote such a dreadfully hackneyed sentiment!" said his sister. "How comes it, Mr. Murray, that beautiful things in nature never grow hackneyed?""They are always fresh. No two days in one's experience are just like each other." ”
Louis Harms
Summary
"Pine Needles," by Louis Harms, delves into the spiritual and cultural conflicts between pagan traditions and Christian conversion, focusing on characters like Meredith, Maggie, and Pastor Landolf in a rural Germanic setting. The novel explores themes of belief, heritage, and moral change, contrasting the lasting impact of ancestors with the quest for spiritual renewal.
Through vivid portrayals of nature, community, and historical strife, it examines the role of the church and the ethical consequences of conversion, highlighting the interaction between ancient customs and Christian values in shaping personal and communal identity.
Quotes from Pine Needles (Louis Harms)
“ Meredith bent down and kissed the earnest little face, "You are the only friend I have got, Maggie, that thinks and feels as I do.""O Ditto! Uncle Eden?""Well, I suppose Mr. Murray would do me the honour to let me call him my friend," said Meredith."And papa?""Mr. Candlish is very good to me; but you see, I do not know him so well, Maggie.""Well, he thinks just as you do. And papa goes and preaches in the streets when he is in New York; in those dreadful places where the people live that never go to church.""That's like Landolf," said Meredith. "I almost envy men like that old monk." ”
“ Crochet needles worked busily, Maggie sat pondering, Meredith lay back on his elbow on the moss and looked down at the river. Here and there the soft-pointed top of a young cedar rose up between, not hindering, only as it were embellishing the view. In the silence, when the strokes of the woodcutters halted, little sweet sounds broke in, every one of them coming like a caress or a murmur of rest; two crows slowly flying over and calling to each other, some crickets chirruping nearer by, a little gentle rustle and lapping of the water, then a bugle-call from the post opposite. ”
