From Knut Hamsun’s: Pan

It can rain and it can blow — these are not the things that count; often on a rainy day a small joy possesses one so that one retires into a private happiness. One stands looking straight ahead and glancing around

…At other times even unusual events cannot jolt a man out of a dreary and cheerless mood; in the middle of a ballroom he can sit unmoved, indifferent, and impassive.