Alberto Moravia

He felt as if, by unburdening himself with a good cry, he would finally understand something about these obscure events.

He cried softly so as not to disturb the painful workings of memory.

A land where he would be welcomed as his heart desired and be able to forget everything he had learned, and then relearn it without shame or offense, in the sweet and natural way that had to exist and of which he had a dark presentiment.