“‘Do you know, master book-lover,’ he asked me, ‘this line of Paul Desjardins?’

Now are the woods all black, but still the sky is blue.

‘Is not that a fine rendering of a moment like this? May you always see a blue sky overhead, my young friend; and then, even when the time comes, which is coming now for me, when the woods are all black, when night is fast falling, you will be able to console yourself, as I am doing, by looking up to the sky.'”

-Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way