Sublime

And the reason is that there is a real if only a recurrent yearning for that sort of simplicity; and there is never that sort of yearning for that sort of complexity. The key to the mystery of the Merry Peasant is that the peasant often is merry.

They at least have really kept something of the simplicity and, therefore, the dignity of democracy; and that democracy may yet save their country even from the calamities of wealth and science.

It is the difference between planting a tree and building a tower; once planted, the tree lives by its own life.

Flippancy is a flower whose roots are often underground in the subconsciousness.

Shall you come, Pullings?’ ‘Why, in course, sir,’ – surprised. ‘Mrs Pullings no objection? No – eh?’ ‘Mrs Pullings will pipe her eye, I dare say; but then presently she will brighten up. And I dare say she will be main pleased to see me back again at the end of the commission; more pleased than now is, maybe. I get sadly underfoot, among the brooms

He has often boasted to me of his triumphs on the wheel.”

Because the ancient instinct and humour of humanity have always told them, under whatever conventions, that the conventions of complex cities were less really healthy and happy than the customs of the countryside.

“Yes, sir. It seemed to me that Mr. Glossop’s face was sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought.”