Let us go and lie in the Grass

My dear Vivian, don't coop yourself up all day in the library. It is a perfectly lovely afternoon. The air is exquisite. There is a mist upon the woods, like purple boom upon the plum. Let us go and lie on the grass and smoke cigarettes and enjoy Nature.

-Oscar Wilde, The Decay of Lying

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