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Hardcover
First published January 1, 1970
It’s our fate. If there weren’t wars, we’d massacre each other. So every sensible empire seeks a Chocim, to let out the evil blood of the masses and divert the accumulated discontent from itself. There’s no other profit, nor loss, be it from defeat or victory. For who ever remained sane after a victory? And who ever gained any experience out of defeat? Nobody. People are wicked children: wicked in action, children in mind. And it’ll never be any different.
What sort of a life, what sort of a world was this in which I did evil when I intended only the best!
And I did evil even when I did nothing, leaving both good and evil in peace. I did evil even in speaking, because I never said what I should have said. I did evil even when I was silent, for it meant that I was living as though I didn’t exist. I did evil because I was alive and didn’t know how to live.
I was present in life by chance, and nothing I did was mine.
Jesi li prijatelj s tim čovjekom? Nisam, jedva se poznajemo.
Zašto se onda zauzimaš za njega? Zato što neće niko, zato što je sam i zato što je pošten.
Ljubav je ipak jača od svega.