Without knowing or caring more for Church practices than most people of
her age, Katharine could not look into the sky at Christmas time without
feeling that, at this one season, the Heavens bend over the earth with
sympathy, and signal with immortal radiance that they, too, take part in her
festival. Somehow, it seemed to her that they were even now beholding the
procession of kings and wise men upon some road on a distant part of the earth.
And yet, after gazing for another second, the stars did their usual work upon
the mind, froze to cinders the whole of our short human history, and reduced
the human body to an ape–like, furry form, crouching amid the brushwood of a
barbarous clod of mud. This stage was soon succeeded by another, in which there
was nothing in the universe save stars and the light of stars; as she looked up
the pupils of her eyes so dilated with starlight that the whole of her seemed
dissolved in silver and spilt over the ledges of the stars for ever and ever
indefinitely through space.
Night and Day (196-7)
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