Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.

...he talked quite naturally while we ate — about the difficulty of finding words to describe the luminous mist, and why one has the desire to describe beauty."Perhaps it's an attempt to possess it," I said."Or be possessed by it; perhaps that's the same thing, really. I suppose it's the complete identification with beauty one's seeking."The mist grew brighter and brighter.

Because there's so much that just can't be said plainly. Try describing what beauty is - plainly - and you'll see what I mean.

Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.