Standing before this abraded pile, the eye regarded its present usage, the mind dwelt upon its past history, with a satisfied sense of functional continuity throughout—a feeling almost of gratitude, and quite of pride, at the permanence of the idea which had heaped it up.
Churches and castles change hands and purpose, but a barn stays a barn. You know Harry really ate this bit, I was listening to this in an Amsterdam bathroom and rewound three times whilst brushing my teeth.
