Everybody knows the Lord loveth a cheerful giver.
For summer there, bear in mind, is a loitering gossip, that only begins to talk of leaving when September rises to go.
Did I say the book of nature is a catechism? Yes, But, after it answers the first question with “God,” nothing but questions follow.
And in the afternoon they entered a land – but such a land! A land hung in mourning, darkened by gigantic cypresses, submerged; a land of reptiles, silence, shadow, decay.