| "From the Ontario border down to the beginning of the estuary,
the farmland runs in two delicate bands along the shores [of the St. Lawrence
River], with roads like a pair of village main streets a thousand miles long,
each parallel to the river. All the good land was broken long ago, occupied
and divided among seigneurs and their sons, and then among tenants and their
sons. Bleak wooden fences separate each strip of farm from its neighbor,
running straight as rulers set at right angles to the river to form narrow rectangles
pointing inland. Every inch of it is measured, and brooded over
by notaries, and blessed by priests." Source: from the French-Canadian
novel, Two Solitudes, by Hugh MacLennan. |