On [:] Evening | Édouard Dujardin, 1887

John Atkinson Grimshaw, A Street at Night, 1883

“And so the Now, the Here, this hour striking, this world of life, all these come to being within me…And what am I? A soul in flight towards a dreamland of kisses; the Now my dream of a fair woman, my Here her body touching mine, my hour this hour that brings us closer; and the dream of dreams, on which my heart is set, this girl tonight…Murmurous streets, the boulevard, muffled sounds, the cab moving with a rumble of wheels on the causeway, thudding, lurching onward, through the clear evening air, past streaming shapes on either hand, the two of us side by side…a heavenly night!”

Édouard Dujardin, We’ll to the Woods No More, 1887