Wreaths of aromatic smoke slowly drifted past and faded in the mist.
"One feels spring coming," said Father Lucien.

"We have had a foretaste to cheer us while winter lasts.

The sun is moving north, and up here, it always thrills me to watch the light drive back the dark.

One could make a homily on that." "The dark soon returns," Thirlwell remarked, "I hate the long nights." "There are men who like the dark, in spite of the terrors it has for some." "I wonder whether you are thinking of a particular example," Thirlwell suggested, remembering a night watch he had kept while the blizzard raged about Driscoll's shack.
"One does think of examples.

Perhaps we generalize too much.