"I suppose if something big is to be felt when you leave a place you love, then something bigger it should be when you go back, though standing here, all I feel is a drift of wonder beyond words or telling."
Because of social change in Argentina, Huw Morgan returns to Wales to find that the twentieth century has penetrated his homeland with a vengeance.
The Welsh no longer seem to have any pride in their history or traditions. Few of them speak their own language and fewer still feel any sense of loss. Only the nationalists give voice to the spirit of the past as they point a way toward the future.
Huw hates lawlessness and violence in whatever cause. He tries to hold himself apart from them, making the farm he built for his wife a place of calm and beauty. But the brutal forces of the times reach out to touch him even there, and he must come to terms with them before finding the promise of peace he seeks.
By the author of HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY. copyright 1975
Because of social change in Argentina, Huw Morgan returns to Wales to find that the twentieth century has penetrated his homeland with a vengeance.
The Welsh no longer seem to have any pride in their history or traditions. Few of them speak their own language and fewer still feel any sense of loss. Only the nationalists give voice to the spirit of the past as they point a way toward the future.
Huw hates lawlessness and violence in whatever cause. He tries to hold himself apart from them, making the farm he built for his wife a place of calm and beauty. But the brutal forces of the times reach out to touch him even there, and he must come to terms with them before finding the promise of peace he seeks.
By the author of HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY. copyright 1975
