Is that the moral of it all, he thought? the moral of the whole story: that there is time enough for everything? Is that how morals come, unbidden, in the course of events, when you least expect them?

Some men ease themselves like setting hens into the nest of death.

Always wear pretty underwear, on account of you just never know.

Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.

Written By Kenneth Grahame

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