Reading progress update: I've read 30 out of 354 pages.

Island - Aldous Huxley

He thought of his son, he thought of his wife- of Lakshmi slowly wasting to extinction, of Dugald like a bright fiery flame suddenly snuffed out. Thought of the incomprehensible sequence of changes and chances that made up a life, all the beauties and horrors and absurdities whose conjunctions create the uninterpretable and yet divinely significant pattern of human behaviour.