“The days were growing shorter, the light was quickly failing, and towards the end of
each afternoon the heart became uneasy. A primitive terror seized us – that of our
ancestors who during the winter months watched the sun go out a little earlier each
day. ‘Tomorrow it will go out for ever,’ they must have thought in despair, and spent
the entire night on the heights in fear and trembling.”
Nikos Kazantzakis “ZORBA THE GREEK”