Saturday, May 09, 2020
Utopia
Ford Madox Ford (1873-1939), Great Trade Route (London: George Allen & Unwin Ltd, 1937), p. 227:
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And sometimes when I shut my eyes and think of my own personal Utopia I imagine myself in a whitewood hut on one of the harsh, bare, sunbaked hillsides of Provence . . . with, of course, a great black cypress for shade. And nothing in it but a camp bed and a table made out of a bully-beef case and a chair made out of two—and an earthenware casserole for boiling or frying and a camp oven which I should build myself outside, for baking or roasting. That, I think, would be civilization.
