• He loved the soothing hour, when the last tints of light die away; when the stars, one by one, tremble through æther, and are reflected on the dark mirror of the waters; that hour, which, of all others, inspires the mind with pensive tenderness, and often elevates it to sublime contemplation.

    Ann Radcliffe (2015). “The Mysteries of Udolpho”, p.9, Simon and Schuster