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The Wind in the Willows
by Kenneth Grahame
I’ve been in love with The Wind In The Willows since I first read it twelve or thirteen years ago. Rereading it now, I find it a much stranger read than I remember, with difficult anthropomorphic details and some odd episodes. Even so, it remains equally delightful.
It is a hobbitish book, a book for anglophiles and lovers of country lanes and cozy fireside chats with good friends and picnics along the banks of clear babbling streams. It is a book of fast and faithful friends and putting up with foolish tendencies in those we love without scorn. It is a pagan tale fringed with mythical gods and wild spirits that commune with nature. It is a book of seasons, of moonlit snowscapes and hazy summer mornings. It is a small book in which every episode seems to summarize a lifetime of sensual delights.
It is a hobbitish book, a book for anglophiles and lovers of country lanes and cozy fireside chats with good friends and picnics along the banks of clear babbling streams. It is a book of fast and faithful friends and putting up with foolish tendencies in those we love without scorn. It is a pagan tale fringed with mythical gods and wild spirits that commune with nature. It is a book of seasons, of moonlit snowscapes and hazy summer mornings. It is a small book in which every episode seems to summarize a lifetime of sensual delights.