Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches.

It did dawn on me at the end of the series that he was something special.

Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.

Suddenly it dawned on me that my triumphs had not destroyed the racial barriers once and for all, as I had—perhaps naively—hoped. Or if I did destroy them, they had been erected behind me again.

Cuckoo!"
"Cuckoo!"
While I meditated
on that theme
day dawned.