An Exquisite Moment Care of Margaret Atwood

Amazing how much more enjoyable it is to read when one's own preconceptions and agendas aren't howling for attention.

From The Handmaid's Tale
Margaret Atwood

Well. Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in a splash, light blue, light mauve, and the darker ones, velvet and purple, black cat's ears in the sun, indigo shadow, and the bleeding hearts, so female in shape it was a surprise they'd not long since been rooted out. There is something subversive about this garden of Serena's, a sense of buried things bursting upwards, wordlessly into the light, as if to point, to say: Whatever is silenced will clamor to be heard though silently.