Quotation from: The Arrow of Gold

Written by: Joseph Conrad

Mills' face remained grave. Very grave. I was amused at those
little venomous outbreaks of the fatal Mr. Blunt. Again I knew
myself utterly forgotten. But I didn't feel dull and I didn't even
feel sleepy. That last strikes me as strange at this distance of
time, in regard of my tender years and of the depressing hour which
precedes the dawn. We had been drinking that straw-coloured wine,
too, I won't say like water (nobody would have drunk water like
that) but, well . . . and the haze of tobacco smoke was like the
blue mist of great distances seen in dreams.