Our civilization, bequeathed to us by fierce adventurers, eaters of meat and hunters, is so full of hurry and combat, so busy about many things which perhaps are of no importance, that it cannot but see something feeble in a civilization which smiles as it refuses to make the battlefield the test of excellence.

White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!

Places remember events.

In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven!

All human history moves towards one great goal

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.