glitterings

Updated: May 31, 2025

With its massive, brooding passivity it lay there in the centre of her house as it had lain for years, throwing out the ice-like beams of a thousand eyes, perverse glitterings merging each into each, never aging, never changing. Evylyn sat down on the edge of the table and stared at it fascinated.

F. Scott (Francis Scott) Fitzgerald - Flappers and Philosophers