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I've always loved the story about Robert Louis Stevenson growing up as a boy in Scotland. Being a writer, he describes it so well, he never would forget when the lamplighters would light the streetlamps. Now in those days streetlamps didn't just come on like they do now. They had to have people with ladders lighting them by hand. And so one evening when he saw them on their ladders lifting up the lid of glass, lighting the torch, closing it down, one and then another, and then another, young Robert Louis Stevenson said to his mom and dad, Look, they're punching holes in the darkness. What a great visual.