The glass world was unique, a law unto itself. It had its own rules and customs, and a separate language too, handed down not only from father to son but from master to apprentice, instituted heaven knows how many centuries ago wherever the glass-makers settled-in Normandy, in Lorraine, by the Loire-but always, naturally, by forests, for wood was the glass foundry's food, the mainstay of its existence.
( Daphne du Maurier )
[ The Glass-Blowers ]
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