Sorry, JK:
Your subject title reminded me of what I read for the first time, some 50-plus years ago:
No sun -- no moon -- no morn -- no noon, no dawn -- no dusk -- no proper time of day, no warmth -- no cheerfulness -- no healthful ease, no road, no street, no t'other side the way, no comfortable feel in any member -- no shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, no fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November! -- Hood [Epigraph to PART TWO, NOVEMBER, The Egg and I, by Betty MacDonald]