"The face of the heath by its mere complexion added half an hour to evening; it could in like manner retard the dawn, sadden noon, anticipate the frowning of storms scarcely generated, and intensify the opacity of a moonless midnight to a cause of shaking and dread."
— Thomas Hardy
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A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment. Overhead the hollow stretch of whitish cloud shutting out the sky was as a tent which had the whole heath for its floor.
The heaven being spread with this pallid screen and the earth with the darkest vegetation, their meeting-line at the horizon was clearly marked. In such contrast the heath wore the appearance of an instalment of night which had taken up its place before its astronomical hour was come: darkness had to a great extent arrived hereon, while day stood distinct in the sky.
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A passage by Thomas Hardy
This is the opening chapter of The Return of the Native.
The Park (1947), Victor Pasmore.
Davey Boy : Merchie.
Portraits by: Norbert Schoerner
"I started having meetings because every time I rang somebody they were in one. So I thought maybe I should have a few."
— Sir Paul Smith
"Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night."
— A Ginsberg
"There can never be any objective benchmarks against which to measure the success or failure of these images. If a person says, “This is how I feel,” you cannot respond, “No you do not feel that way.” … These images will have an audience of only one person, the person who made them. Rarely will they have any resonance or value to a larger audience."
— David Hurn
