Then in the subterranean silence Drago felt the throb of his own heart; it had begun to beat strongly. So even this old man hidden away in his lair in the cellar casting accounts-even this obscure and humble being looked forward to a heroic fate? Giovanni looked him in the eyes and the other shook his head a little with a mixture of sadness and bitterness, as if to indicate that there was indeed no remedy: “That is how we are made,” he seemed to say, “and we shall never get better.”
Dino Buzzati – “The Tartar Steppe”
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