Pokračování textu ze strany 47
antient masters waye did breede yem an atmosphere of sweetnesse and joyaunce yat was verily ye mother of theire greatnesse. Shakespeare never could have written had he been yforced to a type-writer, neither could Spenser have sung had he been compelled to spell ‘faerie’ as ‘fairy’. Ye atmosphere which bred yem was bred of ye quaintnesse of yr spelling.”
The soap-boiler was touched, for he loved books. He pondered all these things for long, and then he wrote to his friend:
“Verily mine eyen are oped. I have seen a greate lichte and have a newe hearte withinne me. Odzooks! I have lost much time, pardee, but I will this atmosphere of quaintnesse in mine owne kingdomme, for I have charged mine hirelings that they call me ‘ye master’. Beshrew ..text pokračuje
