Low Tides 



and shadowy shapes appear to bear 

 you to your Isle of Avalon. And so 

 we cling each to his own particular 

 Excalibar until the last. 



Speaking for myself, in the course of 

 various quests for mental relaxation, 

 I have made some few discoveries. I 

 know that one of the greatest things 

 in the world for me is the open fire at 

 Dumbiedykes. Another is that or- 

 dinary cares are easily forgotten in any 

 unfrequented nook well forward on 

 the deck of an ocean liner speeding 

 noiselessly through tranquil summer 

 seas. A third situation in which right 

 perspectives have sometimes been at- 

 tained is a mountain height with the 

 earth and all the fullness thereof ap- 

 parently at one's feet. And if I were 

 to add a fourth never-failing source of 

 inspiration — and I am not sure but it 

 might be first — it would be music, 

 preferably Grand Opera, provided only 

 it be not of the heavy brand they 

 make in Germany. 



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