. The Cinque Ports; a historical and descriptive record. seem spectacular, imposing. ButRye is so always. It never seems to nod—or, if it does, its slumbroustimes are charming; it never has its hair en papilloies. It remindsone of that certain vastly popular novelist of whom some one oncesaid that he seemed to have an appropriate attitude for every momentof the year, to be ready at all hours of the day and night for theKodak-wielder. But, unlike that distinguished gentleman, Rye neverposes. It is for ever sincere. It is medievally picturesque, because,like Topsy, it growcd so. I get up from my
. The Cinque Ports; a historical and descriptive record. seem spectacular, imposing. ButRye is so always. It never seems to nod—or, if it does, its slumbroustimes are charming; it never has its hair en papilloies. It remindsone of that certain vastly popular novelist of whom some one oncesaid that he seemed to have an appropriate attitude for every momentof the year, to be ready at all hours of the day and night for theKodak-wielder. But, unlike that distinguished gentleman, Rye neverposes. It is for ever sincere. It is medievally picturesque, because,like Topsy, it growcd so. I get up from my writing these words and look out across theeighteen miles ol air that separates me from it. I see it, far downbelow my window, across the yellow oak-leaves of the hillside, acrossthe impossibly flat green marsh. The marsh has that cpiality seenfrom a height — the (jualily oi seeming almost ludicrously flat, like abilliard - table beneath a painful glare of light. It looks like thelevel greenness that a missal - painter used as a hieroglyph for the. CO u X w ;2 UJXH O LU
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