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" It was at night that the carnival was at its merriest. For the frost continued unbroken; the nights were of perfect stillness. The moon and stars blazed with the fixity of diamonds, and to the fine music of flute and trumpet, the courtiers danced. As the river was lit up, the strangest transformations took place. Various churches and noblemen's places showed in streaks and patches as if floating on air. At a distance, one could gradually discern little figures breaking off from the vast crowd, spinning hither and thither like gnats on the surface of a river. Above and around this brilliant circle like a bowl of darkness pressed the deep black of a winter's night." -Excerpt from the book Orlando by Virginia Woolf . |
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