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Stillness had come like a shock, and now that the shock was dying, only the white emptiness of silence remained.

Into a wild and savage region, which is all of a dark-blue colour, like lapis lazuli

To live in the world of tomorrow.

I saw the plate of brass by a gleam of moonshine,

Was it the fall of the trap-door that I heard?

a mirror of the gray-green disk of twilight sky

the animal creatures that thrive on the night’s black air.

Awakening to the night opens a dark eye into the invisible world.

A drop fell on the apple tree,

You probably watch too many vidtapes

Connolly found himself placing a peculiarly indelicate emphasis upon the word ‘white’.