[...] leaving for a day or two that hopeless sense of loss which makes beauty what it is: a distant lone tree against golden heavens; ripples of light on the inner curve of a bridge; a thing impossible to capture.

Buffon’s observations found surprisingly eager support among other writers, especially those whose conclusions were not complicated by actual familiarity with the country.

If things are not going the way you plan, plan the way things are going

Like a handful of nickels in a batch of bread dough this could be kneaded from place to place but never removed.

Written By Neal Stephenson

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