Nikos Kazantzakis Quote

Descend you weary-laden, descend in the dark earth,
help me to finish swiftly my dread master's shroud,
let each hem hold my pain, each corner hide a crow,
a lean, voracious crow to peck his heart out bit by bit.

Slave's prayer, Book XI, line 708 - The Odyssey : A Modern Sequel (1938)