The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her chastity, scornful in her purity, was laid out on fields wide-eyed and watchful and entirely careless of what was done or thought by the beholders.
I always worked until I had something done and I always stopped when I knew what was going to happen next. That way I could be sure of going on the next day.
If you want to convey fact, this can only ever be done through a form of distortion. You must distort to transform what is called appearance into image.