He weeps like a child, catching his breath and hiccuping,his face drenched with tears.We are random animals. That is who we are, and we have only ourselves, nothing more--there is no greater relationship. {..} We are risen does, not fallen angels. Tomás is strangled by loneliness.
( Yann Martel )
[ The High Mountains of Portugal ]
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