. In the forest of Arden. many generations that only a fewdreamers like ourselves even remem-bered that they had ever spoken. Wehad looked along the library shelvesfor the books we should take with us,until we remembered that in that coun-try there were books in the runningstreams. Rosalind had gone so far asto lay aside a certain volume of ser-mons whose aspiring note had morethan once made music of the momen-tary discords of her life; but I remindedher that such a work would be strangelyout of place in a forest where there weresermons in stones. Finally we had de-cided to leave books behind
. In the forest of Arden. many generations that only a fewdreamers like ourselves even remem-bered that they had ever spoken. Wehad looked along the library shelvesfor the books we should take with us,until we remembered that in that coun-try there were books in the runningstreams. Rosalind had gone so far asto lay aside a certain volume of ser-mons whose aspiring note had morethan once made music of the momen-tary discords of her life; but I remindedher that such a work would be strangelyout of place in a forest where there weresermons in stones. Finally we had de-cided to leave books behind and go free-minded as well as free-hearted. It hadbeen a serious question how much andwhat apparel we should take with us,and that point was still unsettled whenthe apple trees came to their blossom-ing. It is a theory of mine that thechief delight of a vacation from one^s mirm^^{ ti,^
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