Hamlin Garland,
The Tyranny of the Dark
“ The entire library seemed crowded with tricksy pucks, a bustling, irresponsible, elfish crew, each on some inconsequential action bent; until, as if at a signal, the megaphone tumbled to the floor with a clang, and all was still—a silence deathly deep, as if a bevy of sprites, frightened from their play, had whirled upward and away, leaving the scene of their revels empty, desolate, and forlorn."That is all," said Clarke."How can you tell?" asked Kate, her voice faint and shrill with awe."The fall of the horn to the floor is a sure sign of the end. You may turn up the gas, but very slowly." ”
