Oh! Well, you see, sir. I was reading Anne Radcliffe and, well apart from the more disturbing bits where innocent ladies are pursued by odious noblemen possessed of horrible intentions, there are many strikingly lovely passages describing the serenity of mountains, lakes, pine woods wavering in rain scented breezes, mountain wildflowers, and eminences terminating in clouds. There is something very peaceful about it. Perhaps we could visit such a place if it were not too much trouble...^^;;
What a modest wish from one so magnificent! Why! with my talents, Stephen, such a journey would be perfectly effortless! And you know very well that I would part raging seas for your pleasure, overturn empires for your amusement, perform Herculean labours for your peace of mind! My dear Stephen, I would be all too happy to do you this humble kindness!
We shall go at once to some obscure retreat! Some faraway glade in the woods of The Blue Islands, where clover paints the ground a glorious emerald and the sunlight is cool and kind! The wildflowers shall gladly greet us, no doubt, and shall all but beg to be plucked, in the hopes of being taken up in your gentle grasp, or woven into my hair, or pinned as posies upon our lapels! The trees shall act as the arcade - their shifting leaves stained glass! - and the mist shall play sweet incense, a dazzling mountain pool a stoup! And so this forest shall serve as your sanctuary, my dear Stephen! I would see you delighted!