I looked upon the scene before me --upon the mere house,
and the simple landscape features of the domain --upon the
  bleak walls --upon the vacant eye-like windows --upon a few rank
sedges --and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees --with an utter
         depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more
properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium --the bitter
lapse into everyday life --the hideous dropping off of the reveller upon
opium --the bitter lapse into everyday life --the hideous dropping off of the veil.

Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of the House of Usher