Chapter Sixty-Four
Underneath that affability of yours, you feel the same, don’t you? In your heart of hearts, you reckon that mankind is a blemish on this world and doesn’t deserve to survive.
Denis looked at Ferrand. He realized that he had underestimated the man.
“What a lovely sky,” Ferrand went on, pointing outside. “You see that bluish hue, mingled with yellow and brown that changes continuously? That requires a damn lot of divine creativity.” He smiled at Denis who tried not to stare back at him. How was it possible that this absentminded, erratic, enigmatic psychiatrist, had so clearly analysed, without preamble, his inner secret?
It was with genuine surprise that Denis became aware that Ferrand wasn’t the only one who’d seen through his façade. One evening, after an exhausting
