God is love, the parson whined. Yes, and is he also blind? - T. H. White

...All endeavours which are directed to a purely worldly end...contain within themselves the germs of their own corruption.

"Yes, that is the equality of man. Slaughter anybody who is better than you are, and then we shall be equal soon enough. All equally dead".

It was a grey September day, with the blue and copper butterflies flitting in the after-grass, the partridges calling like crickets, the blackberries colouring, and the hazel nuts still nursing their tasteless little kernels in the cradles of cotton wool.