trecs

Updated: June 16, 2025

A wholesome gust of moral impatience stirred him. He smacked the back of the seat hard, as though he smacked himself. No. He did not like it.... A torn sunset of purple and crimson streamed raggedly up above and through the half stripped trecs of Kensington Gardens, and he found himself wishing that Heaven would give us fewer sublimities in sky and mountain and more in our hearts.

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - Soul of a Bishop