This is my second Forster read, after A Room With A View. The two books share some similarities, but I feel that I can really see the maturation and deepening of Forster's writing in this one.

There's something ephemeral about this story, which I only began to really think about after reading the authors note, where he states that the greenwood into which the couple escaped at the end does not exist any longer. When the comfort of wilderness disappears, where do people hide then?