Faces in the Water - Pg 61

   When the train stopped in a wilderness of grass and gum trees and was switched to a siding to give clear passage to the southbound express, and stayed there waiting and waiting, until it seemed that it had been abandoned and would be overtaken by the rust and weeds and silence that threaten all men and machines in rest and motion, I was reminded once more of Cliffhaven and the people there. Did their life in a siding give right-of-way to more urgent traffic? And what was its destination?
   But the train moved, and I slept, and did not care.