"Elsa," she said, suddenly, "What is it like? How does it feel, knowing that there's someone who is fonder of you than anything?
Elsa closed her eyes. "It's like eating berries and Cream in a new dress by moonlight on a summer night while somebody plays the violin far away in the distance so that you can just hear it."
Her eyes opened again. "And it's like coming along on a winter evening and seeing the windows lit up and knowing you've reached home."
(from The Prince and Betty, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse. Sir Pelham could get right poetic when he set his mind to it.)
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