Mervyn Peake’s Gormenghast has a lot of weather, giving an overwhelming impression of dismal, dank, damp, darkness of cloud, storm and rain. Here a storm rages until it exhausts its own anger and then just pours remorse onto the earth.
‘They had waited there until the storm had tired of its own anger and a slow rain descended like remorse from the sky.’
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Source: Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan, introduction by Anthony Burgess (London: Vintage Books, 1998), p. 256
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