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The cloudy afternoon is as pleasant

as silence. Who would think

one would ever have enough of sunshine?

A good epitaph, I suppose, would be

He liked the sunshine; better still, He liked to walk. And yet the dead, if it could speak, might say, I had grown tired of walking, yes, even of the sunshine.

CHARLES REZNIKOFF

“Autobiography: Hollywood”