“It’s an immense night out there, wheeling and windy. The lights on the street and in the houses against the black wetness, little unilluminating glints that might be painted on it. The town seems huddled together, cowering on a high… — Sinclair Ross Copy Share Image
“It's like being lost, and coming on an old wagon trail. You don't know where it leads, how long or why it's been abandoned,… — Sinclair Ross Copy Share Image
“It’s an immense night out there, wheeling and windy. The lights on the street and in the houses against the black wetness, little unilluminating… — Sinclair Ross Copy Share Image
