Sublime

Duty has a trick of behaving unexpectedly – something like a heavy friend whom we have amiably asked to visit us, and who breaks his leg within our gates.

cut

the warm sunshine, settling everywhere on the high hedges and the low hills, brought out into a kind of heavy bloom that HUMANE quality of the landscape which, as far as I know, only exists in England; that sense as if the bushes and the roads were human, and had kindness like men;

We wish to the new child A heart that can be beguiled By a flower that the wind lifts as it passes. If the storms break for him, May the trees shake for him Their blossoms down. In the night that he is troubled, May a friend wake for him, So that his time be doubled, And at the end of all loving and love, May the Man above Give him a crown.

Bilbo Baggins,

the spring of her heroine’s errors, and of many of ours. That spring is a philanthropy, and even a generosity, secretly founded on gentility.

MORAL: It is better to have loafed and lost than never to have loafed at all.

“I’ll kill him though,” he said. “In all his greatness and his glory.” Although it is unjust, he thought. But I will show him what a man can do and what a man endures.