“The hour when it is no longer day but night has not yet come is a delightful one for expansive temperaments. Then the glow of twilight casts its soft tints or its strange reflections over everything and encourages a reverie which blends vaguely with the play of light and shade. The silence which reigns nearly always at this moment endears it more especially to artists, who reflect, stand back from their work (which they can no longer continue) and pass judgement on it, intoxicating themselves with a theme whose inner meaning then suddenly flashes on the mind’s eye of genius.”
Balzac
