diff --git a/frontend/static/quotes/english.json b/frontend/static/quotes/english.json index d253f1ba9157..6cd3580343f8 100644 --- a/frontend/static/quotes/english.json +++ b/frontend/static/quotes/english.json @@ -39345,6 +39345,12 @@ "source": "Doctor Who, Fallen Heroes", "id": 7770, "length": 485 + }, + { + "text": "But the moment I reached the road, what bedazzlement. There where in August, with my grandmother, I had seen only the leaves and as it were the emplacement of the apple trees, they were in full flower for as far as the eye could see, unimaginably luxuriant, their feet in the mud but wearing their ballgowns, not taking any precautions so as not to spoil the most marvelous pink satin that you ever set eyes on, made to shine by the sunlight; the far-off horizon of the sea provided the apple trees with what was in effect a background from a Japanese print; if I raised my head to look at the sky between the flowers, which made its blue appear the more cloudless, almost violent, they seemed to draw aside so as to display the depth of that paradise. Beneath this azure, a slight but fresh breeze was causing the reddening bouquets to shiver slightly. Blue tits were coming to settle on the branches and were leaping about among the indulgent flowers, as if it were some lover of exoticism and of colors who had artificially created this living beauty. But it moved one almost to tears, because, however excessive these effects of a refined artifice, you felt that it was natural, that these apple trees were there, in the heart of the countryside, like peasants, on one of the highways of France. Then to the rays of sunlight there, suddenly succeeded those of the rain; they striped the entire horizon, drawing their gray mesh tight around the line of apple trees. But these continued to raise aloft their pink, flowering beauty, in a wind now become icy beneath the shower of rain that was falling: it was a day in spring.", + "source": "In Search of Lost Time", + "id": 7771, + "length": 1627 } ] }