Reach me a gentian, give me a torch!Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flowerdown the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on bluenesseven where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted Septemberto the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark.
— DH Lawrence
On a Tuesday, September 11th, 1973, we had the military coup in Chile that forced me to leave my country eventually. And then, on a Tuesday, September 11th, 2001, we had the terrorist attack in the United States.
— Isabel Allende
It was in the latter days of September, and the equinoctial gales had set in with exceptional violence. All day the wind had screamed and the rain had beaten against the windows, so that even here in the heart of great, hand-made London we were forced to raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life and to recognise the presence of those great elemental forces which shriek at mankind through the bars of his civilisation, like untamed beasts in a cage.