How could people, I wondered for the ten thousandth useless time, how could people who had loved so dearly come to such a wilderness; and yet the change in us was irreversible, and neither of us would even search for a way back. It was impossible. The fire was out. Only a few live coals lurked in the ashes, searing unexpectedly at the incautious touch.
Dick FrancisAbout author
- Author's profession: Author
- Nationality: british
- Born: October 31, 1920
- Died: February 14, 2010