Night was coming on in, borrowing the light. It had started out borrowing just a few cents worth of the light, but now it was borrowing thousands of dollars worth of the light every second. The light would soon be gone, the bank closed, the tellers unemployed, the bank president a suicide.
Richard Brautigan (1964). “Richard Brautigan's A Confederate General from Big Sur, Dreaming of Babylon, and The Hawkline Monster: Three Books in the Manner of Their Original Editions”, p.101, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
