A rare sight in London – the sun slung in the sky like a blood orange, let alone hanging from the cross of St. Paul’s.  It must have had the visual impact of an omen.

‘He was recalled, turning westward, by the sight of the sun, slung like an orange on the cross of St. Paul’s.  It was blood-red and sinking rapidly.’

Source: Virginia Woolf, Orlando: A Biography, ed. with an introduction by Rachel Bowlby (Oxford: World’s Classics, 1992), p. 49

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