“I alone am confused confused desolate Oh, like the sea adrift Oh, with no harbor to anchor in.…”
Falk stood still for some while. Then he crossed the few dark yards to the door of the little cabin, and knocked.
N“Come in!”
He opened the door and entered into warmth and light.
An old man, gray hair braided long down his back, knelt at the hearth building up the fire. He did not turn to look at the stranger, but laid his firewood methodically. After a while he said aloud in a slow chant,
“I alone am confused
confused
desolate
Oh, like the sea
adrift
Oh, with no harbor
to anchor in.…”
The gray head turned at last. The old man was smiling; his narrow, bright eyes looked sidelong at Falk.
