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Only as I gaze upon those windless afternoons, I find myself always saying to myself involuntarily: “The evening will be a wet one.” The storm is always brooding through the massy splendor of the trees, above those sun-dried glades or lawns, where delicate children may be trusted thinly clad; and the secular trees themselves will hardly outlast another generation.—WALTER PATER, A Prince of Court Painters.