. In the forest of Arden. m iikiii ;J»tffl when I ought to have fallen heir to the kingdom. My chief joy was that j from the little space I called my own ;i I could see the whole heavens; no sS^:Miiiiiiili!i man could rob me of that splendid vision. In Arden, however, the question ofownership never comes into one^sthoughts; that the Forest belongs toyou gives you a deep joy, but thereis a deeper joy in the consciousnessthat it belongs to everybody else. The sense of freedom, which comesas strongly to one in Arden as thesmell of the sea to one who has madea long journey from the inland, hints,I
. In the forest of Arden. m iikiii ;J»tffl when I ought to have fallen heir to the kingdom. My chief joy was that j from the little space I called my own ;i I could see the whole heavens; no sS^:Miiiiiiili!i man could rob me of that splendid vision. In Arden, however, the question ofownership never comes into one^sthoughts; that the Forest belongs toyou gives you a deep joy, but thereis a deeper joy in the consciousnessthat it belongs to everybody else. The sense of freedom, which comesas strongly to one in Arden as thesmell of the sea to one who has madea long journey from the inland, hints,I suppose, at the offence which makesthe dwellers within its boundaries out-laws. For one reason or another, theyhave all revolted against the rule ofthe world, and the world has castthem out. They have offended smugrespectability, with its passionless de- i. Mlilljl. llitUiUJiiiuJJ I
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