“When I drive across this country, with autumn falling and rustling to pieces, I am so sad, for my country, for this great wave of civilisation, 2,000 years, which is now collapsing, that it is hard to live. So much beauty and pathos of old things passing away and no new things coming […].”
DH Lawrence, writing (to whom?) from Lady Ottoline Morrell’s Garsington Manor in November 1915.
Europe 1916 (old post).