A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the cast tract of enclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment.

—Thomas Hardy, opening line of Return of the Native

Not to be confused with “A noble spirit embiggens the smallest man.”

This beautiful opening line is the subject of the skit “Novel Writing” from the Monty Python album Matching Tie and Handkerchief. You can listen to it below.

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