by Kenneth Grahame
"The mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated.
By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small,
by the side of a man who holds one spellbound by exciting stories;
and when tired at last, he sat down on the bank,
while the river still chattered on to him,
a babbling procession of the best stories in the world,
sent from the heart of the world to be told at last
to the insatiable sea"