![]() “From its tiny bubbling entry into the world among the pinewood gardens of Donaueschingen, until this moment when it began to play the river-game of losing itself among the deserted swamps, unobserved, unrestrained, it had seemed to us like following the grown of some living creature. A playful being which is capable of emotion and desires. It is an entity seemingly possessed of agency. ![]() The river of this story is alive not just in the sense that it is the home to flora and fauna. In The Willows, the narrator and his companion (‘the Swede’) are paddling up the Danube. Algernon Blackwood is one of the author’s with whom I was familiar although, I realise having read this, not familiar enough. ![]()
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