I started reading this book like 3 years ago and have been meandering through it ever since. It’s about the idyllic life of an outdoorsy country gentleman and I honestly can’t help imagining his tennants or whatever and all the tedium that must go into maintaining the conditions that granted him the privilege of having that fate. The prose are beautiful but I can’t help sensing some underlying meaning.
So much as to say the gifts of this world were never for each of it’s inhabitants; only some.
If I can ever get past all that, I might actually finish the book.
by heavensdumptruck