Gersen boarded the bus, which suddenly lurched into motion. The border station under the sprawling blue linglang was left behind. The landscape was now that of Maunish, different from that of Lelander, whether by reason of psychic shift or immanent character or altered references Gersen, who had experienced such shifts many times before, had no way of knowing. The country seemed bigger, the sky more open. In a new clarity of atmosphere the horizons seemed both far and near, in a curious visual paradox. Along the plain trees grew in private clusters and copses, each to its own kind: ginsaps, orpoons, linglangs, flamboys; the shadows below were a dense darkling black which seemed to glimmer with a strange rich color without a name. The farmhouses were both less frequent and older; high and narrow for no obvious reason and set far back from the road in jealous seclusion.... The country became softer. The bus rolled through orchards with black trunks and effulgent pink of yellow foliage, across brimming rivers, through hamlets, and at last into Cloutie, to halt in the central square.
- Jack Vance, The Book of Dreams, p.304 in The Demon Princes, Volume 2
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