"...a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air."
The valley of ashes is bounded on one side by a small foul river, and, when the drawbridge is up to let barges through, the passengers on waiting trains can stare at the dismal scene for as long as half an hour. There is always a halt there of at least a minute, and it was because of this that I first met Tom Buchanan’s mistress.- steven tung
" I followed him over a low whitewashed railroad fence, and we walked back a hundred-yards along the road under Doctor Eckleburg's persistence stare. The only Building in the sight was a small block of yellow brisk sitting on the edge of the the waste land, a sort of contact Main street ministering to i, and contiguous to absolutely nothing.
"...a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air."
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