, The Great Thing Is An Unlimited Vocabulary Tt is about time, the typewriter clicked, that the opprobrium attaching to small talk about the weather shuld be feels that weather has been under: ated" n'a topic of conreriaton long enough. Humani with inherent versity, while feeling contemptuous for the mental outlook implied in seasonal rem: ks, continues to And the weather remarkable. not admit it and have done?
The weather idea*in conversation is simply an undeveloped one. Developed, it reveals a wealth of possibilities, Days at present are haltingly described. They are either topping or filthy; a scorcher or (the typewriter refuses to recol ect at the moment the exclamation diametrically opposed to scorch). In any event the adjectives used are much overworked. Their triteness precludes a thrill of expectation in And thrills are sons, Take the ease of a typhoon, for example. A typhoon is bespoken as though it was merely something to clear the overcharged air, All this shows a painful poverty of the imagination. And "the great thing in life" (I have been reading Beverly Nichols in) is to be sentient.
(On a topping spring day long ago, there was once a lady who had a dog out for a walk, Dogs were prohibited in the particular gardens through which we strolled, but the day wag conducive to light-hearted. i ness. "How," she demanded in answer to a twinge of conscience before the final surrender to lawlessness, "could they expect me to observe rules on such a felicitous One can only use the remark in proof of the power of atmosphere over the average law-abiding citizen, fact, all the people who have a deep appreciation of the weather "and its possibilities for good or evil are persons of large Only little souls are incapable of a weal for _examp! happily, And a really good jeatening up" or "cooling down" can only be thoroughly enjoyed by those acutely attuned with nature. Others simply endure the heat or try to keep cool. Some gentle, if limited souls, see in a Shanghai summer only the possibility of humidity, and the phrase in course of time is a form of auto-intoxication to the exclusion of all others.
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