To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.
Porque sigue siendo el mejor brindis de todos.
Y porque Chesterton tenía razón:
He would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: ‘It is simply a matter’, he explained to April, ‘of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the ground is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content’.
Sólo desearía tener un poco de hierba fresca bajo mispies.