"Deilige høst! Min sjel er viet til den, og hvis jeg var en fugl, ville jeg fly over jorden på jakt etter kommende høster.
The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns." (Mary Ann Evans, hun skrev under pseudonymet George Eliot)