Evelyn In. Brideshead revisited (№ 254712)

The form of a nip the sheep on the hill under the shade of a spreading elm trees we ate the strawberries and drank the wine which, as promised Sebastian, with strawberries was delightful - lit fat Turkish cigarettes and lay on top of Sebastian looking up at the thick foliage, and I'm sideways at his profile, whereas the bluish-grey smoke was rising above us, not a single shaken breath, and lost in the bluish-green shadows of the wood crown and the sweet scent of tobacco mingled with aromas of summer, and a pair of the sweet Golden wine seemed to lift us a finger above the ground, we hovered in the air without touching the grass.
- The best place to bury a crock of gold, ' said Sebastian. - It would be good everywhere I've been happy to bury something of value, and then in old age when it becomes ugly and miserable I could come back and dig it up and remember.