
Literary Landscapes: An Afternoon at Rivendell
It is...in the middle of the woods, on top of a bastion of mountain crenelated with blue coves. It is so beautiful that people who have once been there always, one way or another, come back. For such as can detect apple green in an evening sky, it is Arcadia-- not the one that never used to be, but that one that many people always live in; only this one can be shared. --William Alexander Percy I had the happy occasion yesterday of driving up I-24 W to my old stomping grounds