In savage foot-notes on unjust editions
He timidly attacked the life he led . . .
—W. H. Auden, A. E. Housman
The landscape that moves me most in all the world is that of Shropshire and Herefordshire in England and the adjacent Welsh border country. I do not mean by this that it is the most beautiful landscape in the world; the world is so various in its beauty that such a judgment, as if landscapes were in a sporting league competing for a trophy, would be ridiculous. A man’s response to a landscape is determined at least as much by its mental associations for him as by its physical appearance; and I, though something of an aesthete in my approach to life, have become deeply (and quickly)...