Time passed so much more slowly than space. Martha Ostenso More Quotes by Martha Ostenso More Quotes From Martha Ostenso You have stirred the soil with your plow, my friend. It will never be the same again. Martha Ostenso farming soil my-friends once a man had thrust his hands into the soil and knew the grit of it between his teeth, he felt something rise within him that was not of his day or generation, but had persisted through birth and death from a time beyond recall. Martha Ostenso teeth men hands it was a sly trick of God's to give a man work to do - it kept him from asking questions that God couldn't answer. Martha Ostenso asking-questions work men
