dorothy

"England is the heart of a rabbit in the body of a lion" and that is why I love it so.

But I think that the Sayers passage I love most, the one that pays homage to an England of yore and not of today, the one that understands what kin, country, and order means is below

Harriet … smiled at the vicar. Whatever fantastic pictures she had from time to time conjured up of married life with Peter, none of them had ever included attendance at village concerts. But of course they would go. She understood now why it was that with all his masquing attitudes, all his cosmopolitan self-adaptations, all his odd spiritual reticence and escapes, he yet carried about with him that permanent atmosphere of security. He belonged to an ordered society, and this was it. More than any of the friends of her own world, he spoke the familiar language of her childhood. In London, anybody, at any moment, might do or become anything. But in a village - no matter what village - they were all immutably themselves; parson, organist, sweep, Duke's son and doctor's daughter, moving like chessmen upon their allotted squares. She was curiously excited. She thought, "I've married England."

I want to marry Sri Lanka.