Giorgio De Chirico
The man was beginning to think that they were to the brink of death and that they should find a place where nobody could find them. Sometimes, watching the baby sleep, he happened to break out in an uncontrollable crying, but was not the thought of death. He was not sure what it was but he thought that had something to do with beauty or goodness. Things they had no way of thinking. (...) He went out into the pale light, and stood there for a moment he saw the absolute truth of the world. The motion of the earth cold and ruthless died intestate. Darkness implacable. The dogs of the sun in their race blind. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like young fox in the den. A time and borrowed world and borrowed with eyes to cry.
Cormac McCarthy - The Road - pag.99-100
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