'Sanctification' by Michael Allen [New Studies In Dogmatics]
'The Book of Disquiet' Complete Edition by Fernando Pessoa Translated from the Portuguese by Margaret Jull Costa
"On this afternoon on which I am writing, the rain has finally stopped. A joyfulness in the air chills the skin. The day is ending not in grayness but in pale blue. Even the cobblestones in the streets reflect that vague blueness. It hurts to be alive, but only with a distant ache. Feeling is unimportant. The lights in one or two shop windows come on. I can see, high up in another window, that the people there have just finished work. The beggar who brushes past me would be afraid if he knew me.
The blue, growing slowly less pale and less blue, is reflected on the buildings as this indefinable hour falls further into evening.
It falls lightly, the definite end of this day, on which those who believe and blunder are caught up in their usual work and who, in the midst of their own pain, enjoy the bliss of unconsciousness. It falls lightly, this wave of dying light, the melancholy of the spent evening, the thin mist that enters my heart. It falls lightly, gently, this indefinite lucid blue pallor of the aquatic evening; light, gentle, and, it falls on the cold and simple earth. It falls lightly, like invisible ashes, a tortured monotony, an active tedium." 'The Book of Disquiet' by Fernando Pessoa pg. 160,161