“Caravaggio sits there in silence, thoughts lost among the floating notes. War has unbalanced him and he can return to no other world as he is, wearing these false limbs that morphine promises. He is a man of middle age who has never become accustomed to families. All his life he has avoided permanent intimacy. Till this war he has been a better lover than husband. He has been a man that slips away, in the way lovers leave chaos, the way thieves leave reduced houses.”
Michael Ondaatje, “The English Patient”, 1969.
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