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Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.
Kenneth Grahame
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Kenneth Grahame
Age: 73 †
Born: 1859
Born: March 8
Died: 1932
Died: July 6
Film Writer
Novelist
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Edinburgh
Scotland
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Discontent
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Glorious, stirring sight! murmured Toad. . . . The poetry of motion! The real way to travel! The only way to travel! Here today - in next week tomorrow! Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped- always somebody else's horizons! O bliss! O poop-poop! O my! O my!
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O what a flowery track lies spread before me, henceforth! What dust clouds shall spring up behind me as I speed on my reckless way! What carts I shall fling carelessly into the ditch in the wake of my magnificent onset!
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