“It got dark, the sea carried him rocking on its nocturnal surface. Memories passed through him, like streaks of mist over the water.”
More from Arthur Koestler
“The fact is: I no longer believe in my own infallibility. That is why I am lost.”
“The most persistent sound, which reverberates through men’s history, is the beating of war…”
“It taught me among other things the relativity of freedom. Solitary confinement is rock…”