Dear Brutus

"The room is so obscure as to be invisible, but at the back of the obscurity
are French windows, through which is seen Lob's garden bathed in moon-shine. The
Darkness and Light, which this room and garden represent, are very still, but we
should feel that it is only the pause in which old enemies regard each other
before they come to the grip. The moonshine stealing about among the flowers, to
give them their last instructions, has left a smile upon them, but it is a smile
with a menace in it for the dwellers in darkness. What we expect to see next is
the moonshine slowly pushing the windows open, so that it may whisper to a
confederate in the house, whose name is Lob. But though we may be sure that this
was about to happen it does not happen; a stir among the dwellers in darkness
prevents it."

 - Excerpted from "Dear Brutus"