Richard Llewellyn Quote
Bron went to the door and leaned against the jamb, with a hand flat upon the wall inside. O, Mama, my little one, she said, in a voice that should have been eased with many tears, I am lonely without him. I put his boots and clothes ready every night. But they are there, still, in the morning. O, Mama, there is lonely I am.
Richard Llewellyn
Bron went to the door and leaned against the jamb, with a hand flat upon the wall inside. O, Mama, my little one, she said, in a voice that should have been eased with many tears, I am lonely without him. I put his boots and clothes ready every night. But they are there, still, in the morning. O, Mama, there is lonely I am.
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About Richard Llewellyn
Richard Dafydd Vivian Llewellyn Lloyd (né Richard Herbert Vivian Lloyd; 8 December 1906, London – 30 November 1983, Dublin), known by his pen name Richard Llewellyn ( loo-EL-in, Welsh: [ɬəˈwɛlɪn]), was a British novelist of a Welsh background, who is best remembered for his 1939 novel How Green Was My Valley, which chronicles life in a coal mining village in the South Wales Valleys.