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The old tales were still alive for me indeed, but with a new, strange, half unreal life, as if in a wizards glass, until at last, when I had finished The Secret Rose, and was half-way through The Wind Among the Reeds, a wise woman in her trance told me that my inspiration was from the moon, and that I should always live close to water, for my work was getting too full of those little jewelled thoughts that come from the sun and have no nation.
...I thought if I could write this out as a little play I could make others see my dream as I had seen it, but I could not get down out of that high window of dramatic verse, and in spite of all you had done for me I had not the country speech. ... Some of these have already been acted, but some may not be acted for a long time, but all seem to me, though they were but a part of a summers work, to have more of that countenance of country life than anything I have done since I was a boy.
...If every can had a little hole in the middle like that, I think you would be able to mend them; but theres the straight hole, and the crooked hole, the round hole, the square hole, the angle hole, the bottom hole, the top hole, the side leak, the open leak, the leak-all-round, but I wont frighten you with the names of them all, only this I will say, that, when youve learned to mend all the leakages in a can-and that should take you a year-youre only in the first day of the tinkers week.
...God put holiness into everything that lives, for everything that desires is full of His Will, and everything that is beautiful is full of His Love; but man grew timid because it had been hard to find his way amongst so much holiness, and though God had made all time holy, man said that only the day on which God rested from life was holy, and though God had made all places holy, man said, no place but this place that I put pillars and walls about is holy, this place where I rest from life; and in this and like ways he built up the Church.