On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice.
Willa CatherArt, it seems to me, should simplify finding what conventions of form and what detail one can do without and yet preserve the spirit of the whole - so that all that one has suppressed and cut away is there to the reader's consciousness as much as if it were in type on the page.
Willa Cather