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The Solitary Summer
·
Elizabeth Von Arnim
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But
there
is
life
in
it,
glowing,
intense,
robust
life,
and
when
in
October
after
weeks
of
serene
weather
this
gale
suddenly
pounces
on
us
in
all
its
savageness,
and
the
cold
comes
in
a
gust,
and
the
trees
are
stripped
in
an
hour,
what
a
bracing
feeling
it
is,
the
feeling
that
here
is
the
first
breath
of
winter,
that
it
is
time
to
pull
ourselves
together,
that
the
season
of
work,
and
discipline,
and
severity
is
upon
us,
the
stern
season
that
forces
us
to
look
facts
in
the
face,
to
put
aside
our
dreams
and
languors,
and
show
what
stuff
we
are
made
of.
No
one
can
possibly
love
the
summer,
the
dear
time
of
dreams,
more
passionately
than
I
do;
yet
I
have
no
desire
to
prolong
it
by
running
off
south
when
the
winter
approaches
and
so
cheat
the
year
of
half
its
lessons.
It
is
delightful
and
instructive
to
potter
among
one's
plants,
but
it
is
imperative
for
body
and
soul
that
the
pottering
should
cease
for
a
few
months,
and
that
we
should
be
made
to
realise
that
grim
other
side
of
life.
A
long
hard
winter
lived
through
from
beginning
to
end
without
shirking
is
one
of
the
most
salutary
experiences
in
the
world.
There
is
no
nonsense
about
it;
you
could
not
indulge
in
vapours
and
the
finer
sentiments
in
the
midst
of
its
deadly
earnest
if
you
tried.
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