I Had A Farm In Africa, At

The Flamingoes Are The Most Delicately Colored Of All The African Birds, Pink And Red Like A Flying Twig Of An Oleander Bush. They Have Incredibly Long Legs And Bizarre And Recherché Curves Of Their Necks And Bodies, As If From Some Exquisite Traditional Prudery They Were Making All Attitudes And Movements In Life As Difficult As Possible.

The Air Was Cold To The Lungs, The Long Grass Dripping Wet, And The Herbs On It Gave Out Their Spiced Astringent Scent. In A Little While On All Sides The Cicada Would Begin To Sing. The Grass Was Me , And The Air, The Distant Invisible Mountains Were Me, The Tired Oxen Were Me. I Breathed With The Slight Night-wind In The Thorn Trees.

It Is Often The Case With A New Idea That When It Comes Knocking On Society's Door With Modesty And The Best Premises For Its Existence, There Is A Tremendous Outcry From Inside.

During The First Quarter Of The Last Century, Seaside Resorts Became The Fashion, Even In Those Countries Of Northern Europe Within The Minds Of Whose People The Sea Had Hitherto Held The Role Of The Devil, The Cold And Voracious Hereditary Foe Of Humanity.

Through The Loveliness And Power Of Her Dream World She Was Now, In Her Old Frock And Botched Shoes, Very Likely The Loveliest, Mightiest And Most Dangerous Person On Earth