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.

... 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.

To die of yearning for something you will never experience

Reasons get forgotten.

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

There is nothing that can, in the dark become true

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