“We’re not going to leave the island...none of us will ever leave...it’s the end, you see - the end of everything.’
He hesitated, then he said in a low strange voice:
‘That’s peace - real peace. To come to the end - not to have to go on...yes, peace...’
He turned abruptly and walked away. Along the terrace, then down the slope towards the sea - obliquely - to the end of the island where loose rocks went into the water.
He walked a little unsteadily, like a man who was only half awake.”