'What makes the desert beautiful,' said the little prince, 'is that somewhere it hides a well.'
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.
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.