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Quote by P.G. Wodehouse
The cup of tea on arrival at a country house is a thing which, as

The cup of tea on arrival at a country house is a thing which, as a rule, I particularly enjoy. I like the crackling logs, the shaded lights, the scent of buttered toast, the general atmosphere of leisured coziness. – P.G. Wodehouse

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[Tea] is a beverage which not only quenches thirst, but dissipates sorrow. – Changloo, c.828

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Perhaps it is while drinking tea that I most of all enjoy the sense of leisure. – George Gissing, The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft, 1903

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Teaism is a cult founded on the adoration of the beautiful among the sordid facts of everyday existence…. It is essentially a worship of the Imperfect, as it is a tender attempt to accomplish something possible in this impossible thing we know as life. – Okakura Kakuzō

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…a land of sheltered homes and warm firesides — firesides that were waiting — waiting, for the bubbling kettle and the fragrant breath of tea. – Agnes Repplier, To Think of Tea!

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