"There is no sunlight in the poetry of exile. There is only mist, wind, rain, the cry of the curlew and the slow clouds
above damp moorland. That is the real Scotland; that is the Scotland whose memory rings the withers of the far-from-home;
and, in some way that is mysterious, that is the Scotland that even a stranger learns to love". H V Morton, English travel
writer, in his classic book "In Search of Scotland" written in 1929.
"Do try to sound the "r" although not with the exaggerated trill usually
given to it by so-called Scots comedians. But, again this to my English readers, don't even attempt to get the guttural sounds
of "ach" and "loch". You will only strangle yourselves. To say "ach!" correctly you need generations of Scots blood behind
you and you must have been born with the peat-reek in your nostrils and the sight of the hills as the first thing ever you
clapped your eyes on."
~Ronald MacDonald Douglas
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Thou art to me a delicious torment."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul." ~Judy Garland
