Her stare fixed me. Without rancour and without regret; without triumph and without evil; as Desdemona once looked back on Venice. On the incomprehension, the baffled rage of Venice. I had taken myself to be in some way the traitor Iago punished, in an unwritten sixth act. Chained in hell. But I was also Venice; the state left behind; the thing journeyed from.
John FowlesAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: March 31, 1926
- Died: November 5, 2005
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