It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way

It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way

It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way (Markus Zusak, The Book Thief)