““Extraordinary,' said the Burgomaster, 'extraordinary. And now do you think of staying here in Riva with us?' 'I think not', said the Hunter with a smile, and, to excuse himself, he laid his hand on the Burgomaster's knee. 'I am here, more than that I do not know, further than that I cannot go. My ship has no rudder, and it is driven by the wind that blows in the undermost regions of death.' ("The Hunter Gracchus")””