It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar,
with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the
passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep,
the love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything.
-- E(lwin) B(rooks) White
with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the
passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep,
the love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything.
-- E(lwin) B(rooks) White
Related:
- Chem E's make the
best heat... - We grow tyrannical fighting tyranny.
--
E. B.... - The footprint of the owner is the best
manure... - Can one ever remember love ? It's like trying to summon up the smell of
a rose in a cellar.
You might see a rose, but never the perfume. -- Arthur... - Sheep
are best... - How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
Edward Young (1684-1765) -- Love of Fame, Satire vii... - Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of
the people are right more than half of the time.
E. B.... - My father was a God-fearing man,
but he never missed a copy of the New York Times,
either. -- E. B.... - The only sense that is common in the long run, is the sense of change-
and we all instinctively avoid it. -- E. B....
