Good-bye, Danny,' I heard voices call, but I couldn't see very well because my eyes were full of tears. I was bawling like an old whore. And I wasn't any better than one. I was a fool, an idiot, a Robinson Crusoe ruined, beaten, lost. I was overcome by grief. Not just because they were leaving. But because of everything. Everything in the world. - Josef Skvorecky
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