In contrast to last week’s lengthy ‘Picture Postals’, a short one this week.

The cliffs where I am now sitting are magnificent. Eastward there is nothing but water and air till Spain is reached. Northeastward is the green Sakonnet peninsula, crowned by the splendid Gothic tower by Ralph Adams Cram.” (August 1932, Selected Letters IV)

Pleasure to me is wonder — the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability.