‘Happiness is a blessed thing to see,’ the tallow candle thought to himself, ‘I must not forget how it looks, for I certainly shan’t see it again.’
‘Happiness is a blessed thing to see,’ the tallow candle thought to himself, ‘I must not forget how it looks, for I certainly shan’t see it again.’
“‘Dost that hear my horse’s feet, as he canters away?
Property! Property! Property! that’s what they seem to say!’
Do you hear my Rolls Royce purr, as it glides away?
—I lick the cream off property! that’s what it seems to say!”
D. H. Lawrence | “Lord Tennyson and Lord Melchett”