Whichever day it was, it was a gentle day - mild, Magical and innocent with great sailings of white cloud serene and impregnable in the high sky, moving along like kingly swans on quiet water. The sun was in the neighbourhood also, distributing his enchantment unobtrusively, colouring the sides of things that were unalive and livening the hearts of living things.

— The Third Policeman by Flann O'Brien (Page 156)