Stuff daydreams are made of

From DH Lawrence’s Women in Love (yes, the passage does mention food):

“Lunch was served on the lawn, under the great tree, whose thick blackish boughs came down close to the grass… The food was very good, that was one thing…. Ursula loved the situation, the white table by the cedar tree, the scent of new sunshine, the little vision of the leafy park, with far-off deer feeding peacefully. There seemed a magic circle drawn about the place, shutting out the present, enclosing the delightful, precious past, trees and deer and silence, like a dream.”

Sigh.