My heart smiles, for it is well. The grass is greener on this side, where the birds sing and the sun shines forever. No — where are you, my Soul? Happiness has mended your wings and away you flew, never to return.
If it could only be like this always — always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe, and Aloysius in a good temper…
Evelyn Waugh, in Brideshead Revisited (which reminds me of Maurice, save for Aloysius the teddy bear)
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