They went slowly, walking through a landscape expectant in its stillness, and yet which had nothing to expect save the rain and the evening. The sky hung softly over it, sometimes united indissolubly to the earth by a veil of rain, and for them too, wandering through the stillness, there seemed to be nothing left but expectation, and it was as though all the life in them had flowed to their fingers […] Shoulder leaning against shoulder, from the distance resembling the two sides of a triangle, they walked upon the river-path in silence, for neither knew what it was that drew them together.
~ Hermann Broch, The Sleepwalkers
