"Sometimes a kind of glory lights up a man. It is a feeling in the stomach, a delight of the nerves. Its beginning has the pleasure of a great stretching yawn; it flashes in your brain and the whole world glows outside your eyes. A man may have lived all of his life in the grey. And then-the glory- so that a cricket song sweetens his ears, the smell of the earth rises chanting to his nose, dappling light under a tree blesses his eyes. And I guess a man's importance in the world can be measured by the quality and number of his glories."
