Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.


The diary of a madman, and other tales of horror (ed. Pan, 1976)

Guy de Maupassant Quotes

Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush...

Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush...

Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush...

Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush...