Capitolo 49
the valley of Thames strikes him/it cable, as Harry says. This to-day of walk
it is the ideal portrait of only one of the Vallombrosa of Milton.'
'Ah, yes, I always wait anxiously for the first days of term of October,'
Said Berkeley, slowly 'as one of the greatest and purer parties
in the whole circle common twelvemonth. When the creeping animal on the
Founder's Tower first starts to redden and to dye of red in autumn,
I could sit the whole day from my open window, and only it look at that
glorious sight alone instead of having my supper. But I am very affectionate
of these walks in the full duration in summer also. Me often lock on alone everybody
through the long one (being laced here permanently to my curacy you,
knows), and then I have completely the run of the place to me.
Sometimes I take my flute, and he/she sit here under the shade and
composes some of my small pieces.'
'I can easily understand that they was composed here', said Edie
quickly. 'They has precisely taken the flavours of the place--especially
the Your small delicious Penseroso.'
'Ah, do you know my music, then Miss Oswald?'
'Oh yes, Harry brings whenever always me every house all of Your pieces him
he/she returns at the end of term. I can play every one of them without
the notes. But the Penseroso is my special favourite.'
'It is mine, also. I am so happy You as him. But I am working away to
a small thing now which you will feel as soon as I have ended
it; anything the lighter and more greediness of anything other I ever have
tried. I will call him/it the Butterfly Canzonet.'
'Because it doesn't publish Your music under Your really name, the Mr. Berkeley?'
'Oh, because it would never do. Now I am a priest, and I owe
holds on the dignity of the cloth fighting timid of some aesthetical
heterodoxies. It would be professional suicide for me to be suspected
of artistic inclinations. Entirely very well in an archdeacon, you know,
to cultivate his/her tastes for liturgical song and the antiphons, but for a simple
parish priest!--and also mock secular!--because, it would be quarantine pure and simple.