“Indeed, so deep is my pleasure in the work of the garden that, if there be a dimension after death in which grieving for the loss of the world of senses is possible, I shall grieve for no person however once agonisingly desired and passionately beloved, for no emotional adventure however uplifting, for no success however warming, no infamy however exhilarating, for nothing half so much as I shall grieve to the loss of the earth itself, the soil, the seeds, the plants, the very weeds... It is a love almost overriding my love the words that could express that love.” IfsWorldPersonsEarthLossPleasureHalfEmotionalAdventureGardenPlantSeedsSensesUpliftingBelovedGrievingSoilDimensionsWeedAfter DeathExhilaratingInfamy Author:Hal Porter
“The unwritten rules of behaviour are infinite in number, finely shaded, and subtle to the last fraction of a degree. They are not to be broken. If broken, the rules of forgiveness leading to re-establishment are equally of air and iron. I learn these rules with rather less ease than my contemporaries because, in the back streets of my being, a duel is developing and increasing in fervour between my instinct which knows why something is so, and my hen-pecking intelligence which wishes to analyse why something is so.” IfsKnowsArtLastsWishNumbersAirStreetsBrokenDegreesInfiniteInstinctDevelopingEaseSubtleIronEstablishmentBehaviourFractionsHensUnwrittenUnwritten Rules Book:Hal Porter Source: Hal Porter
