Report, if you have a problem with this page“ 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. ”
G.K. Chesterton
From : The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare
