warm winters, dry as wine and twice as nice:
these days, the weather's wilder, harder. Floods
are common, droughts are also common, vast
extremes of temperature common. Tell me
about it. Let me say, I know. I know it
too well, too well to say much more about it—
and there is much more worse that could be said.
the 1890s, say, I would be mad
and locked up. Not a hope for swift release,
and not a hope to live a productive life;
the 1920s? Same: I would be mad
and locked up still. O happy day! O joy!