O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.
I was sad that summer was over. But I was happy that it was over for my enemies, too.
“A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.”
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.