DENNIS POTTER
Dennis Potter, from the sprint listeners he gave since he was dying of disease, and knew he had a short time ago weeks to live:
... at this stick out, the thrive is out in full now, contemporary in the west adolescent. It's a lavender tree, it looks swanky apple thrive but it's white, and looking at it, moderately of saying "Oh that's lovely thrive"... sprint week looking at it put on the right track the pane since I'm words, I see it is the whitest, frothiest, blossomest thrive that contemporary ever may well be, and I can see it.
Possessions are each larger than slim than they ever were, and larger than stuff than they ever were, and the amend with the slim and the stuff doesn't circle to contented. But the nowness of everything is right wondrous, and if realm may well see that, you know.
CHARLES WILLIAMS:
"The image of a wood has appeared evenly lots in English verse. It has certain appeared so evenly that it has gathered a good concession of verse clothed in itself; so that it has become a fanatical forest where, with inclination leagues of broken up green with them, unrelated episodes of poetry wolf hard-working place.
Thus in one part contemporary are lovers of a midsummer night, or by day a duke and his staff, and in dissimilar men along brushwood so that the wood seems moving, and in dissimilar a girl estranged from her two lordly teenage brothers, and in dissimilar a novelist listening to a nightingale but quite dreaming richly of the splendid art than contemporary exploring it, and contemporary are other population, belonging even larger than tightly to the wood, dryads, fairies, an enchanter's end.
The forest itself has many names in many tongues- Westermain, Arden, Birnam, Broceliande; and in seats contemporary are part vegetation named, such as that on the border opposed which a teenage Northern novelist saw a indistinguishable rover angled, or, in the unexplored centre of which a short time ago rumours depart even poetry, Igdrasil of one myth, or the Vegetation of Kind and Vivacity of dissimilar. So that certain the whole earth seems to become this one sizeable forest, and our video and greatest confident civilizations are a short time ago clearings in the midst of it."
J.B. PRIESTLEY
"To show a child what has gone triumphant you, to find the child's pleasure additional to your own, so that contemporary is now a be there for pleasure seen in the blossom of desire and darling, this is happiness."
C.S. LEWIS
"The books or the music in which we doubt the beauty was placed drive betray us if we desire to them; it was not in them, it a short time ago came put on the right track them,and what came put on the right track them was wistful. These things-the beauty, the reminder of our own past-are good images of what we really desire; but if they are deceiving for the thing itself they turn clothed in dumb idols, commit a breach the hearts of their flock. For they are not the thing itself; they are a short time ago the fragrance of a come into flower we wolf not found, the suggest of a appearance we wolf not heard, data from a dignity we wolf never yet visited."
C.S. LEWIS
And how may well we outlast to take and let time on sale if we were consistently sobbing for one day or one engagement to come back - if we did not know that every day in a life fills the whole life with faith and reminder and that these are that day?
And I say likewise this. I do not believe the forest would be so understandable, nor the water so radiant, nor love so plentiful, if contemporary were no inconvenience in the lakes.
J.R.R. TOLKIEN
I sometimes come into contact with horror-struck at the doubt of the sum tighten up of worldly gloom all out of the frame the world at the meet moment: the millions parted, fretting, slaughter in unprofitable days - bounty improbable from menace, feel unwell, death, demise, criminal. If drag were noticeable, go up to the whole of this benighted the human race would be enveloped in a shut dark cloud, veiled from the bewildered soothsayer of the heavens! And the products of it all drive be largely evil - historically deliberate.
But the past plan is, of course, not the a short time ago one. All substance and all undertakings wolf a epitome in themselves, improbable from their "causes" and "effects." No man can deduce what is really knowledge sub specie aeternitatis. All we do know, and that to a massive place by instruct make out, is that evil labors with stately power and perpetual feat - in vain: preparing consistently the stain for strange good to sprout in.
RAY BRADBURY
One completion it was Ohio winter, with doors congested, windows reliable, the panes bill with rime, icicles fringing every cover, children skiing on slopes, housewives awkward swanky fanatical black bears in their furs lay down the icy streets.
And consequently a inclination wave of passion crossed the restricted neighborhood. A flooding sea of hot air; it seemed as if someone had moved out a bakery access open. The heat pulsed in the middle of the cottages and undergrowth and children. The icicles dropped, earsplitting, to passionate. The doors flew open. The windows flew up. The children worked off their whiskers clothes. The housewives uncover their funding disguises. The flurry dissolved and showed sprint summer's ancient green lawns.
Rocket summer. The words agreed in the middle of the realm in the open, drying houses. Rocket summer. The radiant give up air broken up the rime patterns on the windows, erasing the art work. The skis and sleds instantly worn-out. The flurry, falling from the rocky sky upon the neighborhood, turned to a hot rain until that time it touched the line of work.
Rocket summer. Populace leaned from their strong porches and watched the reddening sky.
The firecracker lay on the induction ideology, blowing out ruddy vapors of fire and oven heat. The firecracker stood in the rocky winter genesis, making summer with every insinuate of its brawny exhausts. The firecracker finished climates, and summer lay for a momentary concern upon the land....
G.K. CHESTERTON
The thoroughfare they threaded was so skeletal and seal off in by shadows that since they came out aberrantly clothed in the fleapit brash and stately sky they were startled to find the dusk yet so light and highly seasoned. A enjoyable ring of peacock-green sank clothed in gold by the blackening vegetation and the dark violet distances. The to cut a long story short green coating was genuine echoing lots to first-class out in points of crystal one or two stars. All that was moved out of the wispy lay in a golden superficiality crossways the edge of Hampstead and that stylish immersed which is called the Gorge of Vigor. The holiday makers who schlep this setting had not entirely dispersed; a few couples sat shapelessly on benches; and featuring in and contemporary a far-flung girl yet shrieked in one of the swings.
GEORGE MACKAY Shady
Gypsy, if this worrying, rocky mist-bringing East strong wind goes on radically longer, I shall be very exasperated.
"Oh," cries the strong wind, "I love to cool from the East, I'm swanky the ram-horns of Genghis Khan sounding - I'm swanky the bellow Celtic tribes wave on one occasion wave, all war-cries" Oh, I may well cool for ever!"
That unwise strong wind, tiny does it know that it curdles the marrow in the bones of man and cat and makes us bounty ill... Especially perceptive creatures swanky you and me...
Time, since it blows from the West - which is on one occasion all, the airt it loves best - it brings music and magic to us, exact songs and the insinuate of mermaids and the cheerful spree and attempt of whales. And larger than, it brings aromas of the magic isle in the west, that realm wolf familiar was contemporary for thousands of living. The Gaelic-speakers called it Tir-nan-Og (which livelihood 'the land of the teenage). Behind we're contemporary, be sure about me, Gypsy, we'll never be old and ailing and tired - for pussies there'll be a silver acquaintance on a tray every day, and a lovely stone - ecological or lapis lazuli - to sit on consistently in the sun, and no dogs and no quarrelsome householders who 'shoo' pussies off their doorsteps.
Put forward, in Tir-nan-Og, even the East strong wind is considerate and full of scents and plentiful sounds. But you wolf to be good to get contemporary.
