The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For him such memories are bitter ones.

“Only now is the child finally divested of all that he has been. His origins are…”

“And I have to say that the only thing I can think is that there was some sort o…”

“There was someone there and they had been there. There was no one there. There …”

“This country was filled with violent children orphaned by war.”