"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

02 August 2020

Out.

Sisley, Small Meadow, 1881


These downland woods are queer, aren’t they? This was no thicker than the one above us now, but it stretched as far as we could see either way, in a dead straight line. I don’t like straight lines: men make them. And sure enough, we found a road beside this wood. It was a very lonely, empty road, but all the same, I didn’t want to hang about there, so we went straight through the wood and out the other side. 

Captain Holly, from Watership Down

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