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The Oldfields Of The Future Are Beyond Hearing; They Are Shut Up In The Factories And The Workshops, Leading A Rackety And Mechanical Existence, To The Damage Of Their Bodies And The Peril Of Their Souls, For The Sake Of An Extra Pound Or So A Week, Which They Promptly Spend On Mental Or Physical Narcotics.

As Any Psychologist Will Tell You, The Worst Thing You Can Possibly Do To A Woman Is To Deprive Her Of A Grievance.

A Gardener Is Never Shut Out From His Garden, Wherever He May Be. Its Comfort Never Fails. Though The City May Close About Him, And The Grime And Soot Descend Upon Him, He Can Still Wander In His Garden, Does He But Close His Eyes.

Last Summer I Was Staying At A House In Hampshire Which Was Famous For The Brilliance And The Originality Of Its Gardens. There Were Many Of Them, But The Most Beautiful Of All Was A Walled Garden In Which Every Flower Was Blue. There Were All The Obvious Things Like Delphiniums And Acronitums And Larkspurs, But The Most Beautiful Blue Of All Came From The Groups Of Cabbages - The Ordinary Blue Pickling Cabbage. Set Against The Blazing Blue Of The Other Flowers, It Had A Bloom And Elegance Which Made It A Thing Of The Greatest Delight.

Let Us Be Honest: Most Of Us Rather Like Our Cats To Have A Streak Of Wickedness. I Should Not Feel Quite Easy In The Company Of Any Cat That Walked Around The House With A Saintly Expression.