redswirebead

Updated: May 25, 2025

But now every line of these brown faces, the keen blue eyes, the tawny, tangled beards, and the inimitable soft-sounding southern speech, seemed an earnest of a real and strenuous life. He began to find a new savour in existence. The sense of his flat incompetence left him, and he found himself speaking heartily and laughing with zest. "It's as I say," said the herd of the Redswirebead.

John Buchan - The Half-Hearted