Above, a sky blotched with crushed yellowed starlight. Stars of the myopic. Stars as they might appear through the eyes of a weeping woman. Below the stone quay-side, men lean out from a small fishing boat spearing the fish attracted by the yellowed acetylene light-flare which deceives them into thinking it a sudden summer’s day.
(John A. Scott, ‘Picasso: a shorter life’, Southerly 74.3)