“Tonight when I listen to our voices in this strange calm which is touched with the presence of death, even though the breeze is rustling so innocently at the door and the roof, I feel as if we were two gods on the clouds of heaven, with mankind dying between us.”

— Halldór Laxness

Ólafur
Heimsljós (World Light) (1940), Book Three: The House of the Poet

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