“Cambridge by moonlight was light blue and brownish black. There was no mist here and a great vault of clear stars hung over the city with an intent luxurious brilliance. It was the sort of night when one knows of other galaxies. My long shadow glided before me on the pavement. Although it was not yet eleven o’clock the place seemed empty and I moved through it like a mysterious and lonely harlequin in a painting: like an assassin.”
