Monday, April 20, 2009

In Exmoor...

"And through the dewy meadow's breast, fringed with shade, but touched on one side with the sun-smile, ran the crystal water, curving in its brightness like diverted hope."

--from R. D. Blackmore's Lorna Doone

Outlaws...

"They said they would rather be outlaws for a year in Sherwood Forest than President of the United States forever."

--from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain