Dedication
TO GEOFFREY HOLDSWORTH
“What is love of one’s land?...
I don’t know very well.
It is something that sleeps for a year, for a day,
For a month, something that keeps
Very hidden and quiet and still,
And then takes
The quiet heart like a wave,
The quiet brain like a spell,
The quiet will
Like a tornado, and that shakes
The whole being and soul...
Aye, the whole of the soul.”
Ford Madox Hueffer