"The summer was over at last, and nobody could deny any longer that the autumn was definitely there. It was that rather sad time of year when for the first time in many months the fine old sun still blazes away in the cloudless sky, but does not warm you, and the hoar-frosts and mists and the winds begin to stir their faint limbs at morning and evening, as the sap of winter vigor remembers itself in the corpses which brave summer slew." T. H. White, The Sword in the Stone
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