…..the moment the shadow swells is the moment the image is realized….
"....as the visitation began to manifest itself visibly in the room, at first only as a quavering illumination, like that from a guttering candle, and then as the shape of a woman. She shimmered, and her light shook. Around her the shadows trembled. And then it was Gladys-nobody else-flickering and false, like a figure in a motion picture." Denis Johnson, Train Dreams