Share your enchantment?

Perhaps you’re like me in that the experience of beautifully written prose takes your breath away. “Listen to this,” you’d like to say to no one in particular.

Evening is kind to Sussex, for Sussex is no longer young, and she is grateful for the veil of evening as an elderly woman is glad when a shade is drawn over a lamp, and only the outline of her face remains.

Virginia Woolf Evening Over Sussex: Reflections in a Motor Car

It’s the simile I find truly sublime.

Not to be proscriptive but what about this if you post: * Let's exclude poetry. * If you can and would like to identify the element grammatically. * Keep it short?