I admire the Elsie Tanners and Barbara Windsors of the world: people who have crawled back from the abyss. I'm quite camp in that respect.
My host at Richmond yesterday morning could not sufficiently express his surprise that I intended to venture to walk as far as Oxford and still farther. He however was so kind as to send his son a clever little boy to show me the road leading to Windsor.
Grandeur and beauty are so very opposite that you often diminish the one as you increase the other. Variety is most akin to the latter simplicity to the former.