Outside
“A birch tree is untouchable. Her white negates the surrounding woods. But in the very act of swallowing her surroundings she amplifies them, makes them darker, richer. A birch tree gobbles but appears pure. She devours more deviously than a black hole.
What do you think? Was it Gustave I was in love with?”
Beatrice, p.49 in The Shape I Gave You
