Quote of the Day
The sky… is normally a dome of blending tints, and
the main tint is blue. By day the blue will pale
down into white where it touches the white of the
land, after sunset it has a new circumference —
orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. But
the core of blue persists, and so it is by night.
Then the stars hang like lamps from the immense
vault. The distance between the vault and them is
as nothing to the distance behind them, and that
farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed
itself from blue.
E. M. Forster, A Passage to India, 1924