6/25 I am not writing a book on roses. When the war is over perhaps I shall devote my old age to telling you what I feel and know and think about them.... He had shaggy, bushy eyebrows over hard little eyes, a shaggy grey beard, and a long, clean-shaven, obstinate upper lip. Stick him in an ill-fitting frock coat and an antiquated silk hat, and he would be the stage model of a Scottish Elder. |