Dorothy M. Richardson, The Tunnel: Pilgrimage, Volume 4
“ Hancock turned pages ruminatively. “Those are good things” he said flattening the open page. “Japanese flower Decorations” read Miriam looking at the reproduced squares of flowering branches arranged with a curious naturalness in strange flat dishes. They fascinated her at once—stiff and real, shooting straight up from the earth and branching out. They seemed coloured. She turned pages and gazed. “How nice and queer.” Mr. Hancock bent smiling. “They’ve got a whole science of this you know” he said; “it takes them years to learn it; they apprentice themselves and study for years....” ”
