“Have you ever stood at the edge of a great wood on a high
ridge when a wild south-wester broke over it in full fury on an autumn
evening? Imagine that sound. And then imagine that the wood, instead of
being fixed to one place, was rushing at you; and was no longer trees but huge
people; yet still like trees because their long arms waved like branches and
their heads tossed and leaves fell round them in showers. It was like that for the Telmarines. It was a little alarming even for the
Narnians.” – from Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis
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