“The ugly little window proved accessible to the sunset; a fiery parallelogram appeared on the side wall. The cell was filled to the ceiling with the oils of twilight, containing extraordinary pigments.”

—Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading, 1959.
This is the second prison novel I’ve read lately (the other being C’line’s Fable for Another Time, what a rant!) and I am absolutely enjoying it. This is the better book.