And tall trees. Indeed they often help it. For say that I planted such a tree for such a man. There it stands, to remind me that he died. So it happens that the sexton's spade gets worn and battered.
People never learn.
They never learn. It's only we who turn up the ground, where nothing grows and everything decays, who think of such things as these-who think of them properly, I mean. Forty year ago, you had only to let down the bucket till the first knot in the rope was free of the windlass, and you heard it splashing in the cold dull water. By little and little the water fell away, so that in ten year after that, a second knot was made, and you must unwind so much rope, or the bucket swung tight and empty at the end. In ten years' time, the water fell again, and a third knot was made.