“I remember staying to look at it for a long time, as one would linger within reach of a consoling whisper. The sky was pearly grey. It was one of those overcast days so rare in the tropics, in which memories crowd upon one, memories of other shores, of other faces.” DeathSadnessDepressionPityMortalityLost LoveDepressingDoomedMoroseOvercastTemporalDark SkyBroodGrey Sky Book:Lord Jim Source: Lord Jim