How I should like to be in England now. It must be spring. It will be brisk in the mornings, and the sky will be blue, with birdsong bursting out of the green, green trees, and women laughing in country lanes. I could read A Midsummer Night’s Dream in the graveyard and think, England is magic. Surely everyone wants it. Surely they will be grateful for the gifts we bestow upon them, and will not mind the bitter price we demand in return.
stunning. also, i wished davi had been introduced earlier on in the story. he could've added so much more depth to this "england is magic" conversation.
