“They were walking along a roadway of great slabs of stone set down one after another, the beginning and end of which they could take in at a glance, a road rising from and heading toward nowhere now.
"'You can't get there from here,' William said, using a Down East accent. 'Anymore.' Maine, they thought of Maine, then. Evidently this truncated road could still carry them as far away and as long ago as that.”
-- Nancy Clark, from A Way From Home: A Novel