AND YOU'RE IN THE DARK AGAIN. «When you have nothing more to say, just drive/ For a day all around the peninsula./ The sky is tall as over a runway,/ The land without marks so you will not arrive// But pass through, though always skirting landfall./ At dusk, horizons drink down sea and hill,/ The ploughed field swallows the whitewashed gable/ And you're in the dark again. [...]» {Seamus Heaney}