He was suspended like a caught breath. It was almost exciting, but, more than that, as the afternoon wore on. He felt something approaching happiness, which did not resemble the happiness arising from work done, or from pure repose. Rather, he was in a room with a bed and books and a desk on a day when the outside air carried danger with it. When everyone else had fire in their blood, he was calm . . . this quiet and strange treachery, his own surreptitious withdrawal from the world.

--Colm Toibin, The Master

Oles / Trzaska / Oles - Lonely woman
bonus-Ry Cooder, Buena Vista Social Club - Candela