The England I was looking at was laid out on a map gently, beautifully, delicately, a very special jewel; it lay on a bed of sky blue--the background of a map -- its yellow form mysterious, because though it looked like a leg of mutton, it could not really look like anything so familiar as a leg of mutton because it was England -- with shadings of pink and green, unlike any shadings of pink and green I had seen before, squiggly veins of red running in every direction.

sometimes all of these things, sometimes some of these things, sometimes only one of these things