By the time dusk fell, he was back in his room. The last of the daylight lay like fine ashes on the roof-tops. He did not light his lamp, but sat by the fireplace in the dark, seeking in the far distance of his past some vague memory of a love-affair, some recollection of a friendship, with which to soften the hard tyranny of isolation.
Francois MauriacAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: french
- Born: October 11, 1885
- Died: September 1, 1970