—long ago—a wanderer from over the mountains and across the sea found herself lost, deep in the dimmest wood. Not in the Black Forest along the Rhine, nor Grunewald Forest in Berlin, but instead the German Forest——the idolized wilderness of Romantic dreams. She had strayed into a metaphor. Landscapes were supposed to have horizons, but this prospect had none—only a hint of sky beyond the trees, with scant light penetrating the understory.
