Found a beautiful old tome in the rel’s modest library down on the farm this past weekend. The highlight:
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and the music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more…
– Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto IV, Stanza 178
+1.
Barnaby Is Right 
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