25 November 2013

#112 Daumier

It was not easy to discern what lay about us in a Daumier world of threatening, fiercely slanted shadows, in the midst of which two feeble jets of bluish gas, from which the pungent smell came, gave irregular, ever-changing contours to the amorphous mass of foggy cubes and pyramids.

Anthony Powell, The Valley of Bones
Contributed by John Blaxter