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when you weren't expecting it. That was the one which showed a sinking vessel in flames. You could see how it had heeled over and the struggles of the drowning crew as they escaped from the garish flames into the dark eternal depths. Only once since that last [crossed out: year] winter so many years ago in ? before we moved out to the new house on the North Shore, has a purely visual impression struck me with a force somehow comparable to the stab inflicted by that picture of this burning [crossed out: sinking] vessel. That was at the moment of emerging from one of the tunnels along the Autostrada to Rome at the season when the slopes and embankments beyond the dilating aperture were blazing with the pure yellow of the [crossed out: dense] broom which seemed to cover them completely. Then, again, I felt my eyes cringe as the banality of the moment seemed to explode and disintegrate and I found myself deeply, unaccountably shaken.