Oh, Wise Young Judge.

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.

Many Dogs Can Understand Almost Every Word Humans Say, While Humans Seldom Learn To Recognize More Than Half A Dozen Barks, If That. And Barks Are Only A Small Part Of The Dog Language. A Wagging Tail Can Mean So Many Things. Humans Know That It Means A Dog Is Pleased, But Not What A Dog Is Saying About His Pleasedness.

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.

Topaz Was Wonderfully Patient - But Sometimes I Wonder If It Is Not Only Patience, But Also A Faint Resemblance To Cows.

I Shouldn't Think Even Millionaires Could Eat Anything Nicer Than New Bread And Real Butter And Honey For Tea.