
The following day, Mrs. Moore awakens after sleeping outside. She slept there while trying to watch the moon: In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind.
~ E. M. Forster, A Passage to India
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