One of the moralists whom we sat under in my youth—was it the great
Richard Swiveller, or Mr. Stiggins?—says: “We are born in a vale,
and must take the consequences of being found in such a situation.”
These consequences, I for one am ready to encounter. I pity people who
weren’t found in a vale. I don’t mean a flat country, but a vale; that
is a flat country bounded by hills. The having your hill _always_ in
view if you choose to turn towards him, that’s the essence of a vale.
There he is for ever in the distance, your friend and companion; you
never lose him as you do in hilly districts.