“It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a
 painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, 
looking at the leaves or grass, 
and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.”

-John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga

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