Emotionally, I have no picture-book illustrated with memories of my first five years, but externally, I have impressions that possess a haunting vividness comparable only to the texture of dreams, when dreams are tumultuously alive.
E.F. BensonThe hours of the morning between breakfast and lunch were the time which the inhabitants of Riseholme chiefly devoted to spying on each other.
E.F. BensonAn idea so luminous flashed across her brain that she almost thought the room had leaped into light.
E.F. Benson