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464 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1945
“Mr. Ravic is a lost man. He will never build a home for himself.�
“What?� Veber asked in astonishment. “What’s that you are saying?�
“There is no longer anything sacred to Mr. Ravic. That’s the reason.�
“And all that was before never happened.�
“No. I have forgotten it.�
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 � 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 � an hour ago still a barren landscape, arid, full of rocks, and without consolation � and now gushing, gushing as if from many fountains, resounding and close to the mysterious moment in which one had not believed any more � 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.