b'That country whereit is always turning latein the year. That countrywhere the hills are fogand the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, andThat country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose pine othpele m araein a ouft ucmellna rps,e osupble-,c ellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That thinking only autumn thoughts. Whcoosuen tprey owphleo psea spseinogp laet a nreig ahut tumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain. on the empty walks sound like rain.- Ray Bradbury, The October Country Ray Bradbury, The October Country'