The frame was no stranger than the picture.

The veto might well be as wild as the vision; it might be as startling as the sun, as elusive as the waters, as fantastic and terrible as the towering trees.
For this reason (we may call it the fairy godmother philosophy) I never could join the young men of my time in feeling what they called the general sentiment of _revolt_.

I should have resisted, let us hope, any rules that were evil, and with these and their definition I shall deal in another chapter.

But I did not feel disposed to resist any rule merely because it was mysterious.

Estates are sometimes held by foolish forms, the breaking of a stick or the payment of a peppercorn: I was willing to hold the huge estate of earth and heaven by any such feudal fantasy.