Landscape

Candide, amazed at all he had suffered and still more with the charity of the old woman, wished to kiss her hand.
Elon Musk’s Business Development Algorithm (unquestioned by Simpletons)
Imagine the horror with which darkness, rain, and wind, fill persons who have lost their way in the night; and who, consequently, have not the pleasant prospect of warm fires, dry cloaths, and other refreshments, to support their minds in struggling with the inclemencies of the weather.
Tom Jones by Henry Fielding
When I get older losing my hair, many years from now, will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I’d been out till quarter to three, would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four?
Oooh, you’ll be older too. And if you say the word, I could stay with you. I could be handy mending a fuse when your lights have gone. You can knit a sweater by the fireside; Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four?
–Beatles