"The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence.

This restaurant with a haunted corner.

A soft bell hummed midnight.

The red dusk was nearly gone, but she had advanced into the last patch of it.

The new trees, the new quivering life, the new shadows that designed new terrain on the old.

The corpses of a million blue fish.

Green jars and white magnolias.

As thin as a repeated dream."

-- The Notebooks D: Descriptions of Things and Atmospheres, F. Scott Fitzgerald in The Crackup