“Oh! time was, when as the sun­ri­se nobly spur­red me, so the sun­set soot­hed. No more. This love­ly light, it lights not me; all love­li­ness is anguish to me, since I can ne’er enjoy. Gif­ted with the high percep­tion, I lack the low, enjo­ying power; dam­ned, most subt­ly and most malig­nant­ly! dam­ned in the midst of Para­di­se! Good night—good night!” #

Her­man Mel­vil­le: Moby Dick, Chap­ter 37: Sun­set #