the town’s sun

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“[T]he country weareth her sun by day as a diamond on a Queen’s brow; and the stars by night as necklaces of gold beads; whereas the town’s sun is smoky paste, and no diamond, and the town’s stars are pinchbeck and not gold.”

—Herman Melville, Pierre: or, The Ambiguities, 1852.

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