“So with all the lamps put out, the moon sunk, and a thin rain
drumming on the roof, a downpouring of immense darkness began.
Nothing, it seemed, could survive the flood, the profusion of darkness
which, creeping in at keyholes and crevices, stole round window
blinds, came into bedrooms, swallowed up here a jug and basin, there a
bowl of red and yellow dahlias, there the sharp edges and firm bulk of
a chest of drawers.”