Robin Hood's Barn 



interrupt, but to enliven the mere business of the 

 feast. 



There is, I confess it frankly, nothing Eliza- 

 bethan about my fare. For the most part it is 

 inspirational. At the close of work as I come in 

 from my garden, my eye is caught by a crisp 

 head of lettuce or by slim hanging pods as I pass 

 by the beanpoles. Or again it may be at a later 

 season that, as I run my hand along the corn 

 stalks, I feel with a kind of ecstasy, the proper 

 swell. In a few moments I am emptying out 

 upon the kitchen table, the contents of full 

 pockets and of apron; my selection made at the 

 eleventh bom". 



Nor is there for that matter anything Eliza- 

 bethan about the capacity of my enjoyment. It 

 coincides exactly with the contents of my plate; 

 and there is a wholeheartedness about it that no 

 minstrelsy could woo. But there are times on 

 summer evenings when the breeze drifts hot across 

 the meadows, that I like best those pleasures of 

 the outer vision, a dinner with diversions, and in 

 full view of the stage. 



In my case, my point of vantage is a platform 

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