A Passage to India

I have to say, this book is really going slowly for me.  Not much happening so far.  On the other hand...the writing has moments of pure beauty and brilliance...this passage is out of context but oh my...

"The two flames approach and strive to unite, but cannot, because one of them breathes air, the other stone. A mirror inlaid with lovely colours divides the lovers, delicate stars of pink and grey interpose, exquisite nebulae, shadings fainter than the tail of a comet or the midday moon, all the evanescent life of the granite, only here visible.  Fists and fingers thrust above the advancing soil-here at last is their skin, finer than any covering acquired by the animals, smoother than windless water, more voluptuous than love.  The radiance increases, the flames touch one another, kiss, expire.  The cave is dark again, like all the caves."

Sounds a bit better than a match was lit and it reflected off the wall and then it was dark again.... :)

Tim