skylight

In life, José Saramago refused to see his once-rejected book Skylight published.

He was not originally so uninhibited, however, as can now be seen in his “lost” novel, Skylight.

Every morning an old jackdaw perched on a chimney outside our skylight, and entertained us with his chatter.

Beyond the skylight rose the bright brass funnel of the cabin chimney, and the winch, by means of which the lantern was hoisted.

The studio was lit by two windows on the street and a great, slanting skylight overhead.

The skylight was open in deference to the first warmth of the spring, as March went out like a lamb.

And then came a glimpse of thought, of imagination, like the sight of a soaring eagle through a staircase skylight.