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

But Some Characters In Books Are Really Real--jane Austen's Are; And I Know Those Five Bennets At The Opening Of Pride And Prejudice, Simply Waiting To Raven The Young Men At Netherfield Park, Are Not Giving One Thought To The Real Facts Of Marriage.

I Could Hear Rain Still Pouring From The Gutters And A Thin Branch Scraping Against One Of The Windows; But The Church Seemed Completely Cut Off From The Restless Day Outside--just As I Felt Cut Off From The Church. I Thought: I Am A Restlessness Inside A Stillness Inside A Restlessness.

Like Many Other Much-loved Humans, They Believed That They Owned Their Dogs, Instead Of Realizing That Their Dogs Owned Them.

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.