The Wind in the Willows

by Kenneth Grahame

'It's brother and sister to me, and aunts, and company, and food and drink, and (naturally) washing. It's my world, and I don't want any other. What it hasn't got is not worth having, and what it doesn't know is not worth knowing.

This is what we wish to feel about our hobbies. Perhaps this is how i feel about books....

One member of the company was still awaited; the shepherd-boy for the nymphs to woo, the knight for whom the ladies waited at the window, the prince that was to kiss the sleeping summer back to life and love. But when meadow-sweet, debonair and odorous in amber jerkin, moved graciously to his place in the group, then the play was ready to begin.

when the white mist, as yet undispersed, clung closely along the surface of the water;

grey was gold and colour was born and sprang out of the earth once more.