Stjernedigt Doris Lessing

Doris Lessing

The Grass is Singing (1950)

It was a long way from the town to the farm - well over a hundred miles; and by the time he told her they had crossed the boundary, it was late at night. Mary, who was half asleep, roused herself to look at his farm, and saw the dim shapes of low trees, like great soft birds, flying past; and beyond it a hazy sky that was cracked and seamed with stars. Her tiredness relaxed her limbs, quited her nerves.