The jungle continued to grow tumultuously. The children saw a nest of Octopi, clustering up great arms of flesh like weed, wavering and flowering in that brief spring. It was the colour of rubber and ash, this jungle, from the many years without sunlight was the colour of stones and white cheeses and ink. It was the colour of moon. The grass was not green. A thousand forests had been crushed under the rains. They have grown again up a thousand times to be crushed again. This was the way the jungle existed in Venus.
