Every trace of the passionate plumage of the cloudy sunset had been swept away, and a naked moon stood in a naked sky. The moon was so strong and full, that (by a paradox often to be noticed) it seemed like a weaker sun. It gave, not the sense of bright moonshine, but rather of a dead daylight.
Gilbert K. ChestertonAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: May 29, 1874
- Died: June 14, 1936