 
  
«It was a cold still afternoon with a hard steely skyoverhead, when he slipped out of the warm parlourinto the open air. The country lay bare and entirely leafless around him, and he thought that he had neverseen so far and so intimately into the insides of thingsas on that winter day when Nature was deep in herannual slumber and seemed to have kicked the clothesoff.[...] He was glad that he liked the countryundecorated, hard, and stripped of its finery. He hadgot down to the bare bones of it, and they were fine and strong and simple.» —The Wind in the Willows,Kennet Grahame
 
   
 
   
    
    
    
        Published on November 24, 2023 04:29