Nothing growing there? All things growing there; men and beasts and fruit of the soil. Isak sowing his grain. The evening sunlight falls on the grain that flashes out in an arc from his hand, and falls like a dropping of gold to the ground. … Forest and field look on. All is majesty and power - a sequence and purpose of things.
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| — | Growth of the Soil by Knut Hamsun |
