"But to the spirit which has stripped off for a moment its own idle
temporal standards, the grass is an everlasting forest, with dragons for
denizens; the stones of the road are as incredible mountains piled one
upon the other; the dandelions are like gigantic bonfires illuminating
the lands around; and the heath-bells on their stalks are like planets
hung in heaven higher than the other." -
G.K. Chesterton, "A Defence of Humilities," The Defendant
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