In the midst of the deep dusk that was almost darkness, the brilliance of that small green space appeared unnatural, uncanny. I had been staring at it so long that it seemed to start vibrating, pulsating, as if, the tremendous life-surge quickening it were actually visible. […] I saw the field as always alert, continually on the watch for a momentary slackening of the effort to check its growth, only awaiting that opportunity to burst all bounds. […] It seemed monstrous, a thing that should never have been possible, for grass to possess such power. It was against all the laws of nature that grass should threaten the life of the planet. How could a plant meant to creep, to be crushed underfoot, grow so arrogant, so destructive?
Anna Kavan, A Bright Green Field, page 14/15.
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