A Visual Type Scale

What looked like a small patch of purple grass, above five feet square, was moving across the sand in their direction.

When it came near enough he perceived that it was not grass; there were no blades, but only purple roots. The roots were revolving, for each small plant in the whole patch, like the spokes of a rimless wheel.

A Visual Type Scale

What looked like a small patch of purple grass, above five feet square, was moving across the sand in their direction.

When it came near enough he perceived that it was not grass; there were no blades, but only purple roots. The roots were revolving, for each small plant in the whole patch, like the spokes of a rimless wheel.

A Visual Type Scale

What looked like a small patch of purple grass, above five feet square, was moving across the sand in their direction.

When it came near enough he perceived that it was not grass; there were no blades, but only purple roots. The roots were revolving, for each small plant in the whole patch, like the spokes of a rimless wheel.

A Visual Type Scale

What looked like a small patch of purple grass, above five feet square, was moving across the sand in their direction.

When it came near enough he perceived that it was not grass; there were no blades, but only purple roots. The roots were revolving, for each small plant in the whole patch, like the spokes of a rimless wheel.

A Visual Type Scale

What looked like a small patch of purple grass, above five feet square, was moving across the sand in their direction.

When it came near enough he perceived that it was not grass; there were no blades, but only purple roots. The roots were revolving, for each small plant in the whole patch, like the spokes of a rimless wheel.

— Excerpt from A Voyage to Arcturus, by David Lindsay.