1) Quote Analysis Over the long, low row of pointed roofs were the massive shapes of oak trees in the dark, great
swaying forms of myriad sounds under the lowhung stars. The pain for the moment was gone;
the confusion was gone. I closed my eyes and heard the wind and the sound of water flowing
softly, swiftly in the river. It was enough, for one moment. And I knew that it would not endure,
that it would fly away from me like something torn out of my arms, and I would buy after it,
more desperately lonely than any creature under God, to get it back. And then a voice beside me
rumbled deep in the sound of the night, a drumbeat as the moment ended, saying, "Do what it is
your nature to do. This is but a taste of it. Do what it is your nature to do.' (68)