“And sun. Day and night-sun. Through the entire round of hours it found nothing to do but pour splendour upon sea and sky, on steely crag and growthless rocks. Gold glittered, gold flamed crimson, and gold-dull and inert- glowed feebly, like dying embers. Everywhere sun...Sunny too the moods of men at this season of the year.” - O. E. Rolvaag, Boat of Longing