"What does Waterloo tell us about the beauty of the Swedish landscape?"
"One chilly morning in 1943, Evert Taube was chewing the fat with Gustav Johansson in his general store on the little island of Flaton, western Sweden, when he spotted a young woman rowing up to the shore. Though he was old enough to be her father, Taube was smitten by the girl's delicate feminine beauty..."
Times Online: Escape: Lobster hunting in deepest Sweden (24 okt 2004)
Neil MacLean konstaterar att "the majesty of Sweden is best summoned through the poetry of Taube, the country’s national poet and troubadour". Häpp!