The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
(Samuel Beckett: Murphy)
Gilford Gadberry had a contempt for dawns badly done. He knew how blatant and stylized the outdoor world can be in its pristine moments: the contrived shagginess of grass, the stupidity of trees, the falsity of flowers, the oafishness of the birds and their inept melody.
(R. A. Lafferty: Seven Story Dream)
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