"Although I admired scholarship in Cleric, I was not deceived about myself; I knew that I should never be a scholar. I could never lose myself for long among impersonal things. Mental excitement was apt to send me with a rush back to my own naked land and the figures scattered upon it. While I was in the very act of yearning toward the new forms that Cleric brought up before me, my mind plunged away from me, and I suddenly found myself thinking of the places and the people of my own infintesimal past. They stood out strengthened and simplified now, like the image of the plough against the sun."
Willa Cather, "Book 3, Lena Lingard: Chapter 1," My Antonia
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