The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea. The moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
- Shakespeare
Timon of Athens
Act 4, Scene 3
Tarwater lurched into the middle of the stream bed and crouched on his hands and knees. The moon was reflected like pale fire in the few spots of water in the sand...
- Flannery O'Connor
"You Can't Be Any Poorer Than Dead"
Nabokov's endlessly great novel: His fictional poet's poem:
Also Shades' famous index cards:
Shade stuff from the beautiful Gingko Press edition, Berkeley 2011.
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