Club activities Articles What’s Beautiful [the nobilian gardens]
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"Had there been Keats in De Nobili I know where he would have heard the nightangle ...Had there been a satan in De Nobili I know what he would have loathed the most..."
Do you know about the endangered specie reared in De Nobili? No?
Come on!
You should!
Beauty, dear reader. Asthetic beauty, the specie close to extinction. Have you not heard off those days, when crazed by the proclamations of the mirror on the wall the evil queen send destruction in the viced apple on her own daughter, talk to history and he will eagerly sit with the timeless smoke between the lips and tell you of how Adam's race for superiority pronounced death on brothers, and history, buddy, loves to talk of the "mirror on the wall" and will tell you of the cruelty and brutality of it all with a pale face and the with a sparky grin he will tell you about the prince, with a happily ever after mark on his head, who comes to rescue his maiden, and in de nobili we have them too.A bunch of studs, who with their shades, water cans, ploughs, seeds, pesticides and some fertilizer similar to love, have declared war and cried hovoc and have vowed to rear beauty in adverse situations. Flowers bloom as these unsung heroes toil. There has been prizes , they have been honoured, it has been their efforts that some travelers passing have entered de nobili taking it to be a park of some sort, it is this effort that keeps within itself un bound joy for those who can look up to the flower and connect to the love flowing in the veins , for them the gardners are none less than the handsome prince and garden none other than a beautiful maiden , for others I they are plain men and garden simple mass of green. They may not have read Keats but no one knows better.
"A thing of beauty is joy forever"