I’m listening to Harry Potter 7, The Deathly Hallows on audio CD that I got from the library. Jim Dale’s reading/acting mastery is unmatched. And here, Rowling’s poeticism is as well.
And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great glassy orbs, sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see.
Harry had his retort ready for when they asked him why he had not simply created a perfect grave with his wand, but he did not need it. They jumped down into the hole he had made with spades of their own, and together they worked in silence until the hole seemed deep enough.
Still gets me every time.