“You are what you are, you know what you know, and there are no words for loneliness, black, bitter, aching loneliness, that gnaws the roots of silence in the night ...and we are lying there, blind atoms in our cellar depths, gray voiceless atoms in the manswarm desolation of the earth while we lie here at evening and the river flows ...and dark time is feeding like a vulture on our entrails, and we know that we are lost, and cannot stir.”