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There Are Moments When Nature Reveals The Passion Hidden Beneath The Careless Calm Of Her Ordinary Moods-violent Spring Flashing White On Almond-blossom Through The Purple Clouds; A Snowy, Moonlit Peak, With Its Single Star, Soaring Up To The Passionate Blue; Or Against The Flames Of Sunset, An Old Yew-tree Standing Dark Guardian Of Some Fiery Secret.

It Is An Age Of Stir And Change, A Season Of New Wine And Old Bottles. Yet, Assuredly, In Spite Of Breakages And Waste, A Wine Worth The Drinking Is All The Time Being Made.

When A Forsyte Was Engaged, Married, Or Born, The Forsytes Were Present; When A Forsyte Diedbut No Forsyte Had As Yet Died; They Did Not Die; Death Being Contrary To Their Principles, They Took Precautions Against It, The Instinctive Precautions Of Highly Vitalised Persons Who Resent Encroachments On Their Property.

Essential Characteristics Of A Gentleman: The Will To Put Himself In The Place Of Others; The Horror Of Forcing Others Into Positions From Which He Would Himself Recoil; And The Power To Do What Seems To Him To Be Right Without Considering What Others May Say Or Think.

It Isnot Good Enough Tospend Time And Ink Indescribing The Penultimate Sensations And Physical Movements Of People Getting Into A State Of Rut, We All Know Them So Well.