“so dimly, so gradually, as I wandered along, that only when my home at last lay before me did I cry: ‘Now I know why I have been happy!’ How words weave spells! As I wrote of the avenue, it rose before my eyes – I can see it now, lined with great smooth-trunked trees whose branches meet far above me. The still air is flooded with peace, yet somehow expectant – as it seemed to me once when I was in King’s Crypt cathedral”