“…that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees”p.169
This sentence’s imagery echoes three other
sentences from the novel:
“…the ashheaps, where small, grey clouds took on fantastic shape and scurried here and there in the faint dawn wind.”p.167 “This
is a valley of ashes – a fantastic farm where ashes grow like
wheat…” pp. 27-28 “The Buchanan’s house floated suddenly toward us through the dark, rustling trees.” P.149
Mattie
|