Her wrist that had been broken grew a little stiff as the years went on; then the arthritis came into her hands. The work she did in house and farm was not easy work. But then who, looking at a hand, would say it was made to do easy work? You can see from the look of it that it is meant to do difficult things, that it is the noble, willing servant of the heart and mind. But the best servants get clumsy as the years go on.
- Ursula K. Le Guin, "Gwilan's Harp," The Compass Rose
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Posted on Tuesday, April 28, 2009