“In the back of the garden of the hostelry where I am staying there is a settee; when one is sitting there you get precisely a nice view on the abandoned castle of Vorden. Often I see the old reverend clergyman sitting there, certainly for having a real rural view on the meadow, or for being able to turn his eyes to the old grayed-up walls of the castle, and coming in that way to the thought how all human labor is brought back to Nothing by the breath of the ages. (translation from Dutch, Fons Heijnsbroek).”