Aus John Crowleys “Endless Things”:
Dawn winds rising as night turned pale. It was there that it started; and if it wasn’t there it was somewhere else, near there or far off, where? If it had no starting place, it could have no ending.
“I’ll do what I can,” he said.
Solche Zeilen sind zu großen Teilen dafür verantwortlich, dass ich Crowley so gern lese.