" How he loved it when an electric lamp shone in a room just on the edge of darkness, for then the light was mobile, its condition like a sunrise or sunset, the relative strengths of room light and lamplight changing in infinite gradation, at first the lamplight unneeded and then the only thing left, having become a sun. It was four o'clock, just at the point of balance after which the war of lights would intensify."
- From Freddy and Frederika
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I swear this guy has a brain that can find words to describe paint drying in the most beautiful way and make me want to experience it in solitude lest I cry in public! How does he do it? I had to read it several times to truly get every word and imagine just exactly what it would be like. I did and it made me smile. I would never be able to write it, but if I could, he said it the way it should be said!
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