It seemed to me a wonderful thing that at last I should see oranges growing on trees; and I felt so happy that morning that I could not but wonder at my happiness, and seeking for a cause for it I stumbled on the reflection that perhaps after all happiness is no more than a faculty for being surprised.
The Lovers of Orelay, printed in the Memoirs of my Dead Life by George Moore (1852-1933). Published 1906. HERE.
Painting of Moore by Edouard Manet from HERE.
