As eight years before, he was leaving ... to rewrite his destiny in orderly fashion.

Reasons get forgotten.

... he was one of those men who like to be observers at their own lives ... such people observe their destiny much as most people tend to observe a rainy day.

As you see, it is not that I don't know my own mind, I know it very well but only up to a certain point in the matter. I know perfectly well what the question is. It's the answer I want.

Read the flight of your arrow if you want to know your future.

The last light, in the last window, went out. Only the unstoppable machine of the sea still tears away at the silence with the cyclical explosion of nocturnal waves, distant memories of sleepwalking storms and the shipwrecks of dream.

There is nothing that can, in the dark become true