In VN's novel Pnin (1957) Laurence Clements (Pnin's landlord) compares the night sky to a fluorescent corpse:
It was a fair fall night, velvet below, steel above.
Joan asked: 'You're sure you don't want us to give you a lift?'
'It's a ten-minute walk. And a walk is a must on such a wonderful night.'
The three of them stood for a moment gazing at the stars.
'And all these are worlds,' said Hagen.