Auniverseofineffable gaudiness spun itself out inhisbrain while the clock tickedon the wash-stand and the moonsoaked with wet lighthis tangled clothesupon the floor.
Ladders of sunlight pour down onto the patchwork fields and Wasdale suddenly takes on a gentler aspect: the wet fellsides sparkle in the sharp light and Wastwater turns into a smooth sheet of silver, reflecting the surrounding hills.