A Gallant Flag

“That bit of red petticoat tied to the plough seemed to become a symbol — like a gallant flag  held up by the old battered sun-warmed earth — that there yet remained, in spite of everything, a hope, a chance, faint, so faint! but still a chance, that all the hideous miseries beneath the sun might have, down deep underneath them, some issue, some flickering outlet,  some remedial hope.”

— from ‘The Glastonbury Romance’ (1933) by John Cowper Powys

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