“What an austere landscape! Borluut was alone, with nothing but the sky and water. No footsteps, apart from his own, marked the immense expanse, the white desert which this ancient outer harbour of Bruges now was.” — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“When he first returned to the Badlands in the summer of 1884, the austere landscape seemed to mirror his melancholy.” — Doris Kearns Goodwin Copy Share Image
