“So it was that night, when at twenty minutes to three the roar of the powerful Mercedes stopped and there was some strange silence. I was completely alone in this room of mine, in this hot room that I rented for only forty bucks. And suddenly I realized what, perhaps, this great book wanted from me: that the world outside would never change and that it would always be hostile to me, would always be stronger, but that I would also have a weapon, the only weapon, if only I could call it in yourself.”