Voices are evanescent and yet they can stay with us all our lives; I can still ‘hear’ the voices of my mother and grandmother.  Some voices are striking for their timbre and I liked this description of Dorothea’s voice in Middlemarch.

‘But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an Aeolian harp.’

Source: George Eliot, Middlemarch (London: Oxford University Press, 1973), p. 80

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