The sunset was one of those festive and yet mysterious conflagrations in which common things by their colours remind us of costly or curious things.
那落日如同一场欢庆而神秘的大火,寻常事物借着自身的色彩,使我们想起珍贵或奇妙的东西。
— G. K. Chesterton · Manalive · III · The Banner of Beacon —