Oliver Wendell Holmes, A Mortal Antipathy
“ Lurida meant to send it the next morning, and in the mean time Euthymia had the night to think over what she should do about it. There is nothing like the pillow for an oracle. There is no voice like that which breaks the silence—of the stagnant hours of the night with its sudden suggestions and luminous counsels. When Euthymia awoke in the morning, her course of action was as clear before her as if it bad been dictated by her guardian angel. She went straight over to the home of Lurida, who was just dressed for breakfast. ”
