He loathed the Immortal knowledge that had been laid on him. He loathed that he could forget nothing. “At last he reached a point when he could no longer bear it. He looked at the world. He saw its cruelty and its sorrow, its bloodshed. He asked: Is it all, the Archipelago and the world beyond it—is it, the angry thing of the world, worth its own pain? Is humanity worth the pain it inflicts upon itself? His whole body revolted; his whole heart told him, No.
