trumpet-ejaculations

Updated: July 12, 2025

Her voice was like the bass of a deep organ, without the groan in it; like the most delicate of violin tones without the wail in it; like the most glorious of trumpet-ejaculations without the defiance in it; like the sound of falling water without the clatter and clash in it: it was like all of them and neither of them all of them without their faults, each of them without its peculiarity: after all, it was more like his mother's voice than anything else in the world.

George MacDonald - At the Back of the North Wind