Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued I said, Tie up the knocker; say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages!
The wonderful Southern night-sky that makes a man feel so lonely, alien: with Orion standing on his head in the west, and his sword-belt upside down, and his Dog-star prancing in mid-heaven, high above him; and with the Southern Cross insignificantly mixed in with the other stars, democratically inconspicuous.d. h. lawrence