The first time I read this book it was a beauty to me... so I will write a poem to its impression:
Brideshead Revisited is like an Avalanche!
Some parts so Edenic,.Before the fall!
And other places so cruel and cold,
Taking your heart,
Bitter like horseradish next to filet mignon and crab.
And the veil is riped.
The great big square
In the country,
Is your original home.
Young and bright.
Almost nobody comes to visit anymore.
Or even tries to write...
to loved ones lost long ago.
Cold and cruel,
It looks like
You should return-but then
Time pasts through your
fingers-
leaving only a scent.