Saturday, November 5, 2016

Daily Dose

From The Confessions of Nat Turner, by William Styron


"The day is clear, sparkling, and the sun seems to cast no shadow anywhere.  It may be the commencement of spring or perhaps the end of summer; it matters less what the season is than that the air is almost seasonless -- benign and neutral, windless, devoid of heat or cold."

From Part I, Judgment Day

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