“Then it happened. I don't know what. The great rocks was not rocks, nor the sea sea, yet they was real as real; and the clouds was gates of glory, and every way I turned my eyes the view was waves of joy and golden light. 'God, that's magnificent!' said Neville. I had no words but Raymond's. 'It is a glimpse of the world as God made it’, I said, 'on the first evening of the first day’. He gave me a funny look. ‘I’d love to paint it!’ he said. 'It can never be painted,' I said.”