Quote by D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

The peasants of Sicily, who have kept their own wheat and made their own bread, ah, it is amazing how fresh and sweet and clean their loafs seem,so perfumes, as home-made bread used to be before the war.


The peasants of Sicily, who have kept their own wheat and ma

Summary

This quote highlights the superior quality of the bread produced by the peasants of Sicily. It suggests that their self-sustaining practice of growing and processing their own wheat leads to a bread that is incredibly fresh, sweet, and clean. The comparison made to the pre-war era emphasizes that this home-made bread possesses a level of quality and aroma that was once common but has since been lost.

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By D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
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