He stood there, looking about him, but not really seeing: the inner landscape demanded its due.

It was a second nature, an inner landscape into which these people had moved.

The old man's mind dwelt increasingly in his own inner landscape.

Everyone has an inner landscape, shaped by the events and thoughts that make a life.

I think about the inner landscape of my friends.

One day, they search their own inner landscapes and find his fingerprints everywhere.

So far he had never come to the same inner landscape twice.

It came to him that this was a foreign object, quite alien to his inner landscape.

In this huge and illimitable inner landscape there was not one living thing.

Still, Deborah's and my focus on the inner landscape has had other effects.