''Following the barricades there was but one road left, Exodus. The welder led the chosen, including a woman and a poet, to a haven in exile. But wounded by the ordeal of the barricades and the long march of Exodus, he could not endure. The woman and the poet went on and, alone in a quiet room, they shared their thoughts, thoughts that had grown from events into a sense of philosophy, a sense of natural order.
They shared a very special companionship, a life of letters, labor and love. And from their union sprang a new generation.''