...that sensation of a void within which never left [me], that irrational longing to hark back to the past or else speed up the march of time, and those keen shafts of memory that stung like fire.
The Plague - Albert Camus
...that sensation of a void within which never left [me], that irrational longing to hark back to the past or else speed up the march of time, and those keen shafts of memory that stung like fire.
The Plague - Albert Camus
