Emma’s Reviews > The Land in Winter > Status Update

The inmate of an asylum; someone who could not possibly look back at his life with any kind of pleasure. Yet there was, in the thin light of his winter eyes, a certain slaty grandeur, as if failure had raised him up, had scoured him in a way one might almost envy.

The rest was glass and concrete. Angular dummies in winter modes. Doors opening into scented air. Some excitement of money.