Isaac Sachs sits hunched in the bay window of the Swannekke Hotel Bar and watches yatchs in the creamy evening blues. A beer stands untouched on the tab. (...)
Luisa wanders over to the bay window. An untouched beer sits on the table, but there's no sign of its owner, so she sits down on the warmed seat. It's the best seat in the house. She watches yatchs in the creamy evening blues.
- Cloud Atlas (David Mitchell, 2004)
