Sipping weak tea with lemon in it, Jolyon gazed through the leaves of the old oak-tree at that view which had appeared to him desirable for thirty-two years. The tree beneath which he sat seemed not a day older! So young, the little leaves of brownish gold; so old, the whitey-grey-green of its thick rough trunk, A tree of memories, which would live on hundreds of years yet, unless some barbarian cut it down--would see old England out at the pace things were going!
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In this third installment of The Forsyte Saga, the missteps of the older generation fall back upon the next. The greatest strength of the series is Galsworthy's masterful creation of Soames Forsyte, a ... Read full review
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Fitting end to the saga. Soames, the man of property, has a daughter who also wants to own things, in this case Jon Forsyte, the young son of Jolyen Forsyte the painter. Soames past is revealed ... Read full review