"It was a shock to me to turn from the wonderful smoky beauty of sunset over London, with its lurid lights and inky shadows and all the marvelous tints that come on foul clouds even as on foul water, and to realize all the grim sternness of my own cold stone building with its wealth of breathing misery, and my own desolate heart to endure it all." (p. 153)
From Dr. Seward's Diary in Bram Stoker's Dracula
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