"But no, no! The seductive mystics are lying. There are no Caribbean Seas in the world, no reckless buccaneers are sailing them, and no corvettes are chasing them, no cannon smoke drifts low over the waves. There is nothing, and there never was! There is only a stunted linden tree out there, an iron fence, and the boulevard beyond it… And ice melting in the bowl, and someone’s bloodshot eyes at the next table, and fear, fear…"
Bulgakov, Mikhail (1967). The master and Margarita. Translated by Mirra Ginsberg.
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