Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, October 31, 1920

Late Autumn sunlight falls aslant the side of an old house, making the putty along the window ledge glittering white; it is an afternoon of interminable length, one of those afternoons that typify the whole of human existence when it seems as if the blessed night of oblivion would never come.

Charles E. Burchfield, Oct 31, 1920