
'I wonder if my readers know the color of that "darkness seen by candlelight". It was different in quality from darkness on the road at night. It was a repletion, a pregnancy of tiny particles like fine ashes, each particle luminous as a rainbow. I blinked in spite of myself, as though to keep it out of my eyes.'
Junichiro Tanizaki, In Praise of Shadows, p. 29, 52
(a lovely, illuminating, at times I daresay wise, little book)
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