"Somewhere to the eastward a wolf
howled; lightly, questioningly. I knew
the voice, for I had heard it many
times before. It was George, sounding
the wasteland for an echo from the
missing members of his family. But
for me it was a voice which spoke of
the lost world which once was ours
before we chose the alien role; a world
which I had glimpsed and almost
entered...only to be excluded, at
the end, by my own self."
Never cry wolf, by Farley Mowat