Erich Maria Remarque. The hour (№ 197875)

Playful swarm of thoughts, like a flock of white doves, fluttered in the head lady Kinsley, broke the clumsily-clean lines, which arose under the influence of the landscape and constrained, like network, free flight. Like the grid, these lines encircled her thoughts, and raised above them and suddenly without resistance gained the upper hand, like fate, destiny.