We had a sunset of a very fine sort. The vast plain of the sea was marked
off in bands of sharply-contrasted colors: great stretches of dark blue,
others of purple, others of polished bronze; the billowy mountains showed
all sorts of dainty browns and greens, blues and purples and blacks, and
the rounded velvety backs of certain of them made one want to stroke
them, as one would the sleek back of a cat.
- Mark Twain