'What were they, then?' 'All sorts of queer things, Things never seen or heard or written about, Very strange, un-Welsh, utterly peculiar Things. Oh, solid enough they seemed to touch, Had anyone dared it. Marvellous creation, All various shapes and sizes, and no sizes, All new, each perfectly unlike his neighbour, Though all came moving slowly out together.' 'Describe just one of them.' 'I am unable.' 'What were their colours?' 'Mostly nameless colours, Colours you'd like to see; but one was puce Or perhaps more like crimson, but not purplish. Some had no colour.' 'Tell me, had they legs?' 'Not a leg or foot among them that I saw.' 'But did these things come out in any order?' What o'clock was it? What was the day of the week? Who else was present? How was the weather?' 'I was coming to that. (...) (excerpt from 'Welsh Incident' by Robert Graves)
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