It was Christmas night, the eve of the Boxing Day Meet. You must remember that this was in the old Merry England of Gramarye, when the rosy barons ate with their fingers, and had peacocks served before them with all their tail feathers streaming, or boars' heads with the tusks stuck in again—when there was no unemployment because there were too few people to be unemployed—when the forests rang with knights walloping each other on the helm, and the unicorns in the wintry moonlight stamped with their silver feet and snorted their noble breaths of blue upon the frozen air. Such marvels were great and comfortable ones. But in the Old England there was a greater marvel still. The weather behaved itself.
T.H. WhiteTag: the-once-and-future-king the-sword-in-the-stone
The fate of this man or that man was less than a drop, although it was a sparkling one, in the great blue motion of the sunlit sea.
T.H. WhiteA lot of brainless unicorns swaggering about and calling themselves educated just because they can push each other off a horse with a bit of a stick! It makes me tired.
T.H. WhiteTag: the-once-and-future-king i-thought-it-was-funny merlyn
The best thing for being sad," replied Merlyn, "is to learn something. That is the only thing that never fails.
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