“To many-towered Camelot”
“Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.”
“Camelot is a silly place.”
“She had debated, in the frivolity of the beginning, whether to build a hole or a tower; a hole, because she was fond of hobbits, or a tower — well, a tower for many reasons, but chiefly because she liked spiral staircases.”
“Bridgeport?" Said I."Camelot," Said he.”
“Don't let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment, that was known as Camelot.”