"And again Creoan's thought was interrupted... Still, he will once again try to find a person who will understand him correctly and will lament with him about the fate of the Earth. He could not hope for more than the consolation of the same mourner: he had no way to make the star turn off course. Pity was the last thing Man could offer to his world.

Somewhere in the city he might find the one he is looking for. And if not. in the city, then further - maybe not even inland, but on the plains of Cruin or beyond the distant Arbelline Oceans.

Somewhere, Somewhere!

He is obliged to force people. to understand the seriousness of what was happening. After a moment of thought, he ordered the house to give him a mourning suit: a hat with a brim that cast a sad shadow on his face, a tunic the color of dried blood and leggings that seemed to be stained to the knee with dried mud. Dressed in this outfit, Creoan went to the city. in search of a crying friend."