A Beaker-ish, Hardyan, Lenten Thought

...he might have been seen on most days at this time trying the temper of the mortar by punching the joints with his stick, looking at the grain of a floor-board, and meditating where it grew, or picturing under what circumstances the last fire would be kindled in the at present sootless chimneys.

From Fellow Townsmen in Wessex Tales.  A superb collection of short stories.

"Remember you are dust".