now the light in the room did not look dull ; it looked marvellously pure , marvellously full of its own gray and eldritch charm ; he could imagine cranes half-glimpsed in gunmetal mist standing in one-legged silence beside upland lakes in that light , could imagine the mica flecks in rocks jutting from spring grasses in upland meadows shining with the shaggy glow of glazed window-glass in that light , could imagine elves shucking their busy selves off to work in lines under the dew-soaked leaves of early ivy in that light ... oh boy are you stoned , paul thought , and giggled faintly .