Nosotros decimos que para consolarnos por la pérdida del Paraíso Dios nos concedió sólo a nosotros entre todas sus criaturas Esperanza y Memoria. Mej… - John Crowley

...only think a moment that we are here now, and that that was then, and it has come to this, and how odd, odd, odd it is!

they liked to fancy themselves bubbles of earth. When alone in the fields, with no one to see them, they would hop, skip and jump, touching the ground as lightly as possible and crying ‘We are bubbles of earth! Bubbles of earth! Bubbles of earth!’ — Flora Thompson,
Lark Rise

Prosper's earliest memory was of hearing the enormous Hoover starting up somewhere in the house, brand-new then possibly, anyway unknown to him, an inexplicable noise at once a roar and shriek and coming closer; moving away; closer again, and evidently seeking him out where he lay in bed. Then to find the great gray floor-sucker thing entering his room, manipulated by his grim-faced mother, therefore not dangerous at all, maybe.