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512 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1945
鈥淢r. Ravic is a lost man. He will never build a home for himself.鈥�
鈥淲hat?鈥� Veber asked in astonishment. 鈥淲hat鈥檚 that you are saying?鈥�
鈥淭here is no longer anything sacred to Mr. Ravic. That鈥檚 the reason.鈥�
鈥淎nd all that was before never happened.鈥�
鈥淣o. I have forgotten it.鈥�
He felt the light ebb and flow of her breath. Invisibly and tenderly, it was vibrating toward him, without heaviness, ready and full of confidence 鈥� a strange life in a strange night. Suddenly he felt his blood. It mounted and mounted and it was more than that: life, a thousand times cursed and welcomed, often lost and rewon 鈥� an hour ago still a barren landscape, arid, full of rocks, and without consolation 鈥� and now gushing, gushing as if from many fountains, resounding and close to the mysterious moment in which one had not believed any more 鈥� one was the first man again, on the shore of the ocean and out of the waves emerged, white and radiant, question and answer in one, it mounted and mounted, and the storm began above his eyes.