"Guess he's been in Starkfield too many winters. Most of the smart one's get away."
"He seemed a part of the mute melancholy landscape, an incarnation of its frozen woe, with all that was warm and sentient in him fast bound below the surface; but there was nothing unfriendly in his silence.“
“...he lived in a depth of moral isolation too remote for casual access...”
“It looks just as if it was painted!” It seemed to Ethan that the art of definition could go no farther, a