The Buried Giant

by Kazuo Ishiguro

When the boatman put to me his questions, my beloved already in the boat and reaching out to help me in, I found my most treasured memories robbed from me. I didn’t know then but know now, Querig’s breath was the thief robbed me, the very creature you were to have slain long ago.’

Who knows what will come when quick-tongued men make ancient grievances rhyme with fresh desire for land and conquest?’