As we
drove along through lanes deeply cut in the chalk, I kept likening the downs to
long curved waves of the sea. It is as
though the land here, all molten once, & rolling in vast billows had
solidified while the waves were still swollen & on the point of
breaking. From a height it looks as
thought he whole land were flowing.
1903
A Passionate Apprentice (192)
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