the witches' night
"It was a still afternoon--the golden light was lingering languidly among the upper boughs,
only glancing down here and there on the purple pathway and its edge of faintly sprinkled
moss: an afternoon in which destiny disguises her cold awful face behind a hazy radiant
veil, encloses us in warm downy wings, and poisons us with violet-scented breath."
George Eliot,Adam Bede
". . . the moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless
eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places." Mary Shelley,Frankenstein
images not mine,grabbed them from my tumblr