Walter De la Mare,
The Riddle and Other Stories — Lispet…
“ Yet I slide my eyes back to that narrow hilled-in strip of sea-coast whence once rose walled Tyre and Sidon, Arvard and Jebail, and—well, I merely remind myself that the Rosetta Stone is but a hornbook of the day before yesterday's children of men. Things do as a matter of fact seem to rot of their own virtue—inverted, so to speak. ”
