The Wind In The Willows: Kenneth Grahame

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The small furry animals are also Edwardian gentlemen of leisure. The world expands and contracts around them. They scurry in and out of holes in the riverbank, are dwarfed by fields of corn and ride on railway trains. One of them hunts a dragon-fly while his friends eat from a pic-nic basket. Episodes of Gilbertian farce sit alongside passages of purple prose and a Pagan theophany as moving as the one in The Golden Ass.

Toad parts his hair.

This is a modernist masterpiece- as genre bending and odd- no, odder- than Ulysses.