"It was the time between the lights when colours undergo their intensification and purples and golds burn in the window-panes ilk the beat of an excitable heart; when for some reason the beauty of the world revealed and yet soon to perish...the beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder."

- Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own