We could almost fancy the mountain branching out above us like a tree of stone, and carrying all those cosmic lights like a candelabrum.
我们几乎可以想象,山在头顶如石树般伸展枝条,像一座烛台托起宇宙间所有的灯火。
— G. K. Chesterton · Manalive · Part II · III · The Round Road; or, the Desertion Charge —