house-carcasses

Updated: June 15, 2025

And the tradesmen who stared after me from their lonely shops the trees that drooped helpless in their arid exile of unfinished crescents and squares the dead house-carcasses that waited in vain for the vivifying human element to animate them with the breath of life every creature that I saw, every object that I passed, seemed to answer with one accord: The deserts of Arabia are innocent of our civilised desolation the ruins of Palestine are incapable of our modern gloom!

Wilkie Collins - The Woman in White