• The black sky was underpinned with long silver streaks that looked like scaffolding and 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 universe and would take all time to complete. No one was paying attention to the sky.

    Flannery O'Connor (1965). “Everything That Rises Must Converge: Stories”, p.26, Macmillan