Imagine being that rich man. You own the land. You have the money. You know what's wrong with the way things are now. If you could rebuild the world so it matched the one in your head, starting with one house, one shop, one butcher's, one market square, one church, one pub. You've had a lifetime of waiting, you have all the time in the world.
It doesn't matter that this doesn't match the locality, that is is a carbuncle on the countryside, this is your vision and your vision is all that counts.
The house becomes a street, the streets become a village, the village becomes a town. You call the pub after your second wife, you erect a statue of your granny in the market square. But your community is more like Stepford than Ambridge, closer to Lego Village than Happy Valley, more like the Village of the Damned than Tickleford.
But like Randle Patrick McMurphy at least you can say:
Well, I tried didn't I? Goddamnit. At least I did that.
really? i thought Poland was a nice place also hoped to visit it someday. this post somehow made my enthusiasm settle down a bit. BUT i will still reconsider.
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