"Complaints about reality are immature."
— Timothy Findley (Not Wanted on the Voyage)

"They waited.
The door did not open.
The rain did not stop.
The darkness made a tent and covered them completely."
— Timothy Findley (Not Wanted On The Voyage)

"...with every new manoeuvre, the light was growing dimmer--fading by numbers as well as strength--and the sound could no longer be heard, but only the pulse of it--seen going out in the darkness--losing its edges--caving in at its centre--webbing, now, as if a spider was spinning against the rain--until the last few strands of brightness fell--and were extinguished--silenced and removed from life and from all that lives forever.
And the bell tolled--but the ark, as ever, was adamant. Its shape had taken on a voice. And the voice said: no."
— Timothy Findley (Not Wanted On The Voyage)