Hazel Motes walked along down town. The black sky was underpinned with long silver streaks that looked like scaffolding & depth on depth behind it were thousands of stars that all seemed to be moving very slowly as if they were about some vast construction work that involved the whole order of the universe & would take all of time to complete. No one was paying attention to the sky.
O Sol triunfa sempre devagar…
E das primeiras vezes que tenta, quase ninguém dá por ele. 🙂
Mais do mesmo!
Não saímos disto.
How misterious, dear Adolf…