It was a summer evening; the sun was setting; the sky was blue still, but tinged with gold, as if a thin veil of gauze hung over it, and here and there in the gold-blue amplitude an island of cloud lay suspended.
Virginia Woolf, The Years
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Philip Larkin, from “Be my Valentine this Monday”, The Complete Poems [ID in ALT]
The World feels Complete and Whole, and I, its Child, fit into it seamlessly. Nowhere is there any disjuncture where I ought to remember something but do not, where I ought to understand something but do not.
Susanna Clarke, Piranesi