"He is the stupidest fool ever blown from one world to another--more stupid to look at than you are.

He is a gaseous, wavey thing, so glum you can't get two words a week out of him, and so unstable that you never know when you are with him and when the breeze has drifted him somewhere else." I could but laugh and insist, with all respect to the woodcutter, such an individual were worth the knowing however unstable his constitution; at which the man shrugged his shoulders and changed the conversation, as though the subject were too trivial to be worth much consideration.
This individual gave me the pleasure of his company until nearly sundown, and finding I took an interest in things of the forest, pointed out more curious plants and trees than I have space to mention.
Two of them, however, cling to my memory very tenaciously.

One was a very Circe amongst plants, the horrible charm of which can never be forgotten.

We were going down a glade when a most ravishing odour fell upon my nostrils.

It was heavenly sweet yet withal there lurked an incredibly, unexpressibly tempting spice of wickedness in it.