When she had gone upstairs, he walked to a window and stood looking up at the sky. His head thrown back, he felt the pull of his throat muscles and he wondered whether the peculiar solemnity of looking at the sky comes, not from what one contemplates, but from that uplift of one's head.

“An inventor is a man who asks 'Why?' of the universe and lets nothing stand bet…”

“You'd let the whole world perish rather than soil that immaculate self of yours…”

“He felt something dark and leering in the manner with which people spoke of Pre…”

“I'll give you a hint. Contradictions do not exist. Whenever you think that you …”