The dawn broke, humid, over the forest landscape, there came with it
dreams of gentleness, which I was unable to comprehend. Tears came
as well, and their salty contact seemed very strange to me. Then the
sun appeared and with it the insects: I began then, to understand
what the life of men had been.
Michel Houellebecq The Possiblity of an Island 2006. p306.
