“Some light penetrated very weakly into my consciousness again, a tiny
ray of sunlight, making me ecstatically warm. More sunlight flowed in,
a gentle delicate silky light, which brushed so sweetly against me.
Then the sun grew stronger and stronger, blazing brilliantly on my
temples, piercing with heavy and burning heat into my emaciated brain.
At the end a mad open fire blazed up before my eyes, a heaven and an
earth ignited, men and animals of fire, mountains of fire, devils of
fire, a chaos, a wilderness, a universe on fire, a smoking final day.”

—Knut Hamsun, Hunger, 1890; translation by Robert Bly, 1967.