Status Updates From One Fine Day (Herald Classics)

Of course she loved him, as one always loved one's father, easily, without noticing, like breathing. (p. 150)

Some sheep appeared by the dewpond, saw [the dog], and began running with the tucked-down chins, the braced behinds, and rapid little steps of elderly ladies trying to catch a bus. (p. 135)

Everything had its tradition, its story. The past, which in the Herriots' house was pressed like a dry butterfly between the glass of Edwardian photograph frames, could be seen here as something living which did not stop abruptly, but went on, stretching out to the present, on into the future. (p. 105)

He looked at her amiably, as though she were a nice sofa. (p. 47)