“The car rolled on, drawing steadily away from a city where the last source of warmth had gone out, heading toward a strangeness he had never found in books, nor glimpsed in dreams. And the city receded behind them, vanishing as memory does in the instant of fracture.” LossDarknessDreamsSolitudeDistanceMemoryNostalgiaDeparture Book:Symphony of Solitude: A Novel about Mr. Ford Source: Symphony of Solitude: A Novel about Mr. Ford