The Island of Books. Dominique Fortier

of them off, here too they appeared all alike, like variations of a single individual: a collection of sketches showing the same man, but from different angles, in different lights, at different stages of aging.

      I made the remark to Robert, who answered, ‘Their eyes are turned toward heaven, and their feet are in the dust. Their stomach is right between the two.’

      And he lifted his eyes to the heavens, as if asking forgiveness or seeking witness.