"They were almost to the churchyard. Kivrin could make out faces now, lit by the smoky torches and by little oil cressets some of the women were carrying. Their faces, reddened and lit from below, looked faintly sinsiter. Mr. Dunworthy would think they were an angry mob, Kivrin thought. Everyone looks like a cutthroat by torchlight. No wonder they invented electricity." -- Connie Willis, Doomsday Book (1992, Bantam Books, New York; ISBN: 0-553-08131-4)
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