Review: Mood piece. Reverie while rowing alone on a stream on a Sunday afternoon. He conjures up a beautiful lady who walks along with him and he converses with her although she is imaginary.
The first paragraph sets the scene: “I had been rowing for a long time with a sweeping, rhythmical drowsy stroke, my eyes within me fastened upon my utter forgetfulness of motion, while the laughter of the hour flowed round about. Immobility dozed everywhere so quietly that, when I was suddenly brushed by a dull sound which my boat half ran into….”
If that doesn’t put you to sleep, nothing will.
Great French Short Stories. Ed. Germaine Brèe. New York
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