Monday, January 11, 2010

Poetic Prose

"For an afternoon's ramble ending in a picnic tea it would have been delightful. It had everything you could want on an occasion of that sort---rumbling waterfalls, silver cascades, deep, amber-coloured pools, mossy rocks, and deep moss on the banks in which you could sink over you ankles, every kind of fern, jewel-like dragon flies, sometimes a hawk overhead and once (Peter and Trumpkin both thought) an eagle." ---C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian; The Chronicles of Narnia

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