Nothing is clearly marked, borders are not shaded. This is the earth, but the sun and fog give it a vague charm. If sunlight disappears, everything around it becomes gray, looks gloomy and dank. As soon as the fog disappears completely, the earth appears naked in streams of sunlight and ends its charm. Such, therefore, is the English soul, where joy and sorrow play like light and shadow, like the sun and fog. A soul that without this hazy golden haze completely loses its charm, showing us an Englishman with lead eyes, who is portrayed by satirists.