‘Perhaps someone was thinking of me in another country; or perhaps some thought of my own had come and gone unnoticed, and yet done me good. For some thoughts, which sure would be the most beautiful, vanish before we can rightly scan their features...’
Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes
Robert Louis Stevenson, 1879
Gorgeous, gentle book, just wish he'd been kinder to Modestine.