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“I was walking along the road with two
friends.
The sun was setting.
...
I felt a breath of melancholy -
Suddenly the sky turned blood-red.
I stopped, and leaned against the railing,
deathly tired -
Looking out across the flaming clouds that
hung like blood and a sword
over the blue-black fjord and town.
My friends walked on - I stood there,
trembling with fear.
And I sensed a great, infinite scream pass through nature.” -Munch, 1892