A lovely moment in the opening pages of the glorious Anne of Green Gables:
“She came out of her reverie with a deep sigh and looked a him with the dreamy gaze of a soul that had been wandering afar, star-led.
“‘Oh, Mr. Cuthbert,’ she whispered, that place we came through — the white place — what was it?’
“‘Well now, you must mean the Avenue,’ said Matthew after a few moments’ profound reflection. ‘It is a kind of pretty place.’
“‘Pretty? Oh, pretty doesn’t seem the right word to use. Nor beautiful, either. They don’t go far enough. Oh, it was wonderful — wonderful. It’s the first thing I ever saw that couldn’t be improved upon by imagination. It just satisfied me here’ — she put one hand on her breast — ‘it made a queer funny and yet i was a pleasant ache. Did you ever have an ache like that, Mr. Cuthbert?’
“‘Well now, I just can’t recollect that I ever had.’
“‘I have it lots of times — whenever I see anything royally beautiful. But they shouldn’t call that lovely place the Avenue. There is no meaning in a name like that. They should call it — let me see — the White Way of Delight.'”
by L.M. Montgomery