The wide stare stared itself out for one while; the Sun went down in a red, green, golden glory; the stars came out in the heavens, and the fire-flies mimicked them in the lower air, as men may feebly imitate… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“On another occasion, he stared at the Sun for as long as he could bear, to determine what effect it would have upon his vision.” — Bill Bryson Copy Share Image
