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Transatlantically, grid-patterns of routes may be much more familiar, but
this kind of arrangement is a comparatively very recent (18th century at the
earliest) phenomenon, as opposed to the interlocking 'honeycombs'
of settlements and routes between them that has evolved over very many
centuries.
On 1 July 2011 09:36, David Boyd <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> East Coker is in the county of Somerset; it's now virtually a suburb of the
> nearby large, helicopter-manufacturing, town of Yeovil, but, if you look ar
> big maps of the Somerset countryside, the interconnecting roads and lanes
> between them form a very complex web, making navigation (especially in
> pre-satnav days) more than a little challenge.
>
> This is the economic geographers' central place theory in action, and Eliot
> perhaps alludes to similar in that 'garlic and sapphires in the mud'
> passsage, with the web of veins in the human body resembling the web of
> rutted country lanes.
>
> Erosion of their unmetalled surfaces over many centuries; the need for big
> hedges to enclose the surrounding fields; centuries of dung etc being spread
> on the surrounding fields thus raising their soil levels above the lanes are
> all perhaps contributory to the typical sunken or tunnel effect. Similarly,
> many ancient churches stand very much higher than their approach and
> surrounding roads.
>
> GK Chesterton's famous lines come to mind
>
>
> *Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
> The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
> A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
> And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
> A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread
> The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.
>
> I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire,
> And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;
> But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed
> To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made,
> Where you and I went down the lane with ale-mugs in our hands,
> The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands.
>
> His sins they were forgiven him; or why do flowers run
> Behind him; and the hedges all strengthening in the sun?
> The wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which,
> But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch.
> God pardon us, nor harden us; we did not see so clear
> The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier.
>
> My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage,
> Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
> But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth,
> And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death;
> For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
> Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green. *
>
>   On 1 July 2011 04:27, Peter Montgomery <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>> I much prefer to work by analogy,
>> where in we find Alice falling deeply into Wonderland,
>> where size is subjective and irrelevant,
>> old rubrics serve new meanings,
>> and electricity leads to shocking things.
>>
>> Alice always works for me in the classroom,
>> and all I have to do is pay her due regard.
>>
>> To take her text literally:
>> Eat me.
>>
>> Peter
>> ----- Original Message -----
>> From: "Materer, Timothy J." <[log in to unmask]>
>> To: <[log in to unmask]>
>> Sent: Thursday, June 30, 2011 7:59 AM
>> Subject: Re: electric heat, deep lane in East Coker
>>
>>
>>  > I don't much agree with doing it this way, but if that's
>> > what's happening then I will try to be nice and join in.
>> >
>> > Right! but this is what teachers do in the classroom, so let me respond
>> to
>> these helpful comments.
>>
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