Focused and pointed she was, buried in the depths of her star, swallowed in its peace and strength; and not feeling her flesh growing cold, cold as the rain that fell from the invisible sky upon the doomed living and the dead that never dies.
— Richard Wright, from “Bright and Morning Star”
[“My Master,” he says, “has forewarned me.] Daily he announces more distinctly, — ‘Surely I come quickly;’ and hourly I more eagerly respond, — ‘Amen; even so come, Lord Jesus!’”
from Jane Eyre