“Now that the time that calls me to depart draws near, I think, or will not be too long, like one whom losses make acute and wise, I keep on wondering where I left the way that leads to a safe haven on the right: and on the one hand I am stung by shame and sorrow making me turn back; and on the other cannot break the habit of a pleasure grown so strong that now it dares to play for time with death.”
Book:Canzoniere