Distant stars appearing so close you could reach up your hand and pick them, like apples in a tree.  One of many lyrical descriptions in Golding’s 1955 Good-bye to Ithaca, which traces an Odyssean journey he has dreamt of for decades. 

The Cyclades were well behind us now.  The stars were so close above our mast-head they seemed to be hanging like plump pale-green apples in an orchard. 


Source: Louis Golding, Good-bye to Ithaca (London: Hutchinson, 1955), p. 132

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