24 September Dear Baroness Schey! The sun’s just gone down and I’m back here again with muddy boots and a mountain sweat (I’ve been hunting skylarks again). My unguided steps led me up the mountain to that lovely clearing we found with Clemens, where we sledged on lederhosen. And I found two solitary larks, though one had too much and the other had too little. The one was more slender, elongated, hollow-eyed and quixotic than Don Quixote himself. The other was as sweet, meaningless and well-mannered as a sweet, meaningless and well-mannered Biedermeier bourgeoise. I enjoy looking at trees with …
I’m yet to find a tree with features so distinctive and strong, whose branches whisper