I Have Noticed That Rooms Which Are

There Was A Wonderful Atmosphere Of Gentle Age, A Smell Of Flowers And Beeswax, Sweet Yet Faintly Sour And Musty; A Smell That Makes You Feel Very Tender Towards The Past.

Ah, But You're The Insidious Type--jane Eyre With Of Touch Of Becky Sharp. A Thoroughly Dangerous Girl.

I Believe It Is Customary To Get One's Washing Over First In Baths And Bask Afterwards; Personally, I Bask First. I Have Discovered That The First Few Minutes Are The Best And Not To Be Wasted-- My Brain Always Seethes With Ideas And Life Suddenly Looks Much Better Than Did.

He Laughed A Little, In An Odd, Nervous Kind Of Way. "because If I Don't Get Going Soon, The Whole Impetus May Die--and If That Happens, Well, I Really Shall Consider A Long, Restful Plunge Into Insanity. Sometimes The Abyss Yawns Very Attractively.

He Stood Staring Into The Wood For A Minute, Then Said: "what Is It About The English Countryside — Why Is The Beauty So Much More Than Visual? Why Does It Touch One So?" He Sounded Faintly Sad. Perhaps He Finds Beauty Saddening — I Do Myself Sometimes. Once When I Was Quite Little I Asked Father Why This Was And He Explained That It Was Due To Our Knowledge Of Beauty's Evanescence, Which Reminds Us That We Ourselves Shall Die. Then He Said I Was Probably Too Young To Understand Him; But I Understood Perfectly.