According to some statistics published in today's paper, the Chinese get through 45 billion disposable chopsticks every year, which account for 25 million fully grown trees.
A gallumphing wind in the Grove has scattered small branches and twigs all over the place. In the tree tops, it roars like the sound traffic on a motorway.
My accademic neighbour, whom I meet in the street this afternoon, advises me to read Dombey and Son, when I tell him how much, after a trouble start, I enjoyed reading Bleak House.
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