9E.M.FORSTER ‘Why has not England a great mythology?’
Walking straight up from the station, she crossed the village green and entered the long chestnut avenue that connects it with the church. The church itself stood in the village once. But it there attracted so many worshippers that the Devil, in a pet, snatched it from its foundations, and poised it on an inconvenient knoll, three-quarters of a mile away. If this story is true, the chestnut avenue must have been planted by the angels. No more tempting approach could be imagined for the lukewarm Christian, and if he still finds the walk too long the Devil is defeated all the same, Science having built Holy Trinity, a Chapel of Ease, near the Charleses, and roofed it with tin.