"He thought, I want you. I want you back. I want you brought back now. I don’t want anything else. All I want to do is to want you to come back. It became an incantation whose rhythm narrowed to a throb, a physical pain, until all that went before was held in the words, It hurts. Hunched by the window with his empty glass, Stephen let his thoughts wither to those words."
- Ian McEwan, The Child in Time, p.130