from A Bend in the River by V.S. Naipaul

I didn't see myself spending the rest of my days at that bend in the river, like Mahesh and the others. In my own mind I separated myself from them. I still thought of myself as a man just passing through. But where was the good place? I couldn't say. I never thought constructively about it. I was just waiting for some illumination to come to me, to guide me to the good place and the "life" I was still waiting for.