He was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he had left, yet does not say 'The town is near,' but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring ranges.
The face of a nation: poetical passages from the writings of Thomas Wolfe (ed. 1939)
He was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he had left, yet does not say 'The town is near,' but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring ranges.
The face of a nation: poetical passages from the writings of Thomas Wolfe (ed. 1939)