It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.
------------ Kenneth Grahame
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Let all the quiet days
Turn and go softly away
Let the sun come when she pleases
And let her leave unstayed.
Light on the window, rain on the sill
Each thing moving, each thing still.