ABSTRACT
And right above it, as if it had been placed there, the old, dead moon, a large full moon of the colour of tin, begins to fade before the sun which rises opposite. All this western horizon would be a sight from which to avert the eyes, a sight to strike terror, did one not know what in fact it is : a storm, of an aspect a hundred times more terrible than ours, which broods there as if sleeping, and in all probability will not break.
