• Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see—and seeing the secret, are the secret. For a second there is meaning! Then the hand lets the veil fall and you are alone, lost in the fog again, and you stumble on toward nowhere, for no good reason!

    Eugene O'Neill, Harold Bloom (2009). “Eugene O'Neill's Long Day's Journey Into Night”, p.79, Infobase Publishing