Sheltering Sky

“You know,” said Port, and his voice sounded unreal, as voices are likely to do after a long pause in an utterly silent spot, “the sky here’s very strange. I often have the sensation when I look at it that it’s a solid thing up there, protecting us from what’s behind.” Kit shuddered slightly as she said “From what’s behind?”

“Yes”

“But what is behind?”

Her voice was very small.

“Nothing, I suppose. Just darkness. Absolute night.”

Paul Bowles ‘The Sheltering Sky’

Sheltering Sky

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