odysseyi:“The labours I endured were no longer to be alleviated by the bright sun or gentle breezes
odysseyi:“The labours I endured were no longer to be alleviated by the bright sun or gentle breezes of spring; all joy was but a mockery which insulted my desolate state and made me feel more painfully that I was not made for the enjoyment of pleasure.”― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus -- source link