Out again into the night where the dulled light obscures the decisive lines of reality and casts over the immediate world a kindly vagueness. Now, it is not a matter of all black and white. It is not a matter of “this is it” because there is no glaring light of unequivocal evidence in which one sees a thing as it is and one knows the answers. The darkened sky gives growing room for softened judgments, for suspended indictments, for emotional hospitality.
