The feelings of that night were so near that I could reach out and touch them with my hand. I had the sense of coming home to myself, and of having found out what a little circle man’s experience is. For Ántonia and for me, this had been the road of Destiny; had taken us to those early accidents of fortune which predetermined for us all that we can ever be. Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.
I am profoundly moved every time I experience the sublime way an artist can portray the deepest truths of the human condition, as Willa Cather does in this book. If you ever wish to understand something of chivalrous love without looking to medieval times, read this book.
Thoroughly true and beautiful; in other words, Catholic.