Openings come quickly, sometimes, like blue space in running clouds. A complete overcast, then a blaze of light....
It's like a switch, clickin' off in my head. Turns the hot light off and the cool one on, and all of a sudden there's peace.
I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.
Jim lights a cigarette and leans indolently back on his elbow smiling at Laura with a warmth and charm which lights her inwardly with altar candles.
And then the searchlight which had been turned on the world was turned off again and never for one moment since has there been any light that's stronger than this-kitchen-candle...