“it consoles me to think that with you my story might even …” He again sought some better word, but again could not find it: “… yes, that it might still float. And that’s really all it comes down to, Jacobo, to floating.”
Javier Marías, Your Face Tomorrow. Volume Three. Poison, Shadow and Farewell [2007], trans. Margaret Jull Costa [2009] (New York: New Direction Books, 2011), 531.