“He presented it with a length of stringand passed on to the statue of Corrupted Endeavorto await the arrival of Autumn.”

“Staring at the wall opposite him he presented the queen with a view of his ear and awaited her orders.”

“He wanted to be content with an identity nicely chopped into pieces of varying lengths, but whose character was always similar, without dyeing it in autumnal colors, drenching it in April showers or mottling it with the instability of clouds.”

“My fingers positively itched to drift at length along their spines, to arrive at one whose lure I could not pass, to pluck it down, to inch it open, then to close my eyes and inhale the soul-sparking scent of old and literate dust.”

“Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.”

“It matters not how fast light may travel, darkness shall always be there awaiting its arrival.”