PROSE AND POETRY ANTHOLOGIES
... . Something, surely, besides the state of the liver must be responsible for our recurrent periods of consciousness of the overflowing beauty of the world. The tops of the daffodil leaves, the Italian pictures, a royal sunset, scraps of the Kreutzer Sonata floating from a window and pulsing on through eternity in the ether, the caked mud of paddocks drying on the winter coats of old horses, the ...