Paul Bowles' "The Sheltering Sky"? Nice.
...till at last, broken with disease and starvation,old, without means to keep body and soul together but such lessons as he could pick up from poor students, he found himself in that neat little town under the heel of a personal tyranny greater than any in Europe. Perhaps his taciturnity hid a contempt for the human race which had abandoned the great dreams of his youth and now wallowed in sluggish ease; or perhaps these thirty years of revolution had taught him that men are unfit for liberty, and he thought that he had spent his life in the pursuit of that which was not worth finding. Or maybe he was tired out and waited only with indifference for the release of death.
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