Words worth reading: from Vladimir Nabokov’s DESPAIR

A day and a night in one sentence each, from Despair by Vladimir Nabokov, New York, First Vintage International Edition (1989):

pp. 5-6: It was a fast, fresh, blue-dappled day; the wind, a distant relation of the one here, winged its course along the narrow streets; a cloud every now and then palmed the sun, which reappeared like a conjurer’s coin.

p. 64: It was a black and boisterous night; every five seconds there would come, skimming across the roofs, the pale beam of the Radio Tower: a luminous twitch; the mild lunacy of a revolving searchlight.