The Neverending Story

by Michael Ende

‘Is it very painful?’ Atreyu asked. ‘No,’ said the second bark troll, the one with the hole in his chest. ‘You don’t feel a thing. There’s just something missing. And once it gets hold of you, something more is missing every day. Soon there won’t be anything left of us.’

‘We’re old, son, much too old. Lived long enough. Seen too much. When you know as much as we do, nothing matters. Things just repeat. Day and night, summer and winter. The world is empty and aimless. Everything circles around. Whatever starts up must pass away, whatever is born must die. It all cancels out, good and bad, beautiful and ugly. Everything’s empty. Nothing is real. Nothing matters.’

When it comes to controlling human beings there is no better instrument than lies. Because, you see, humans live by beliefs. And beliefs can be manipulated. The power to manipulate beliefs is the only thing that counts. That’s why I sided with the powerful and served them – because I wanted to share their power.’ ‘I want no part in it!’ Atreyu cried out. ‘Take it easy, you little fool,’ the werewolf growled. ‘When your turn comes to jump into the Nothing, you too will be a nameless servant of power, with no will of your own. Who knows what use they will make of you? Maybe you’ll help them persuade people to buy things they don’t need, or hate things they know nothing about, or hold beliefs that make them easy to handle, or doubt the truths that might save them. Yes, you little Fantastican, big things will be done in the human world with your help, wars started, empires founded …’ For a time Gmork peered at the boy out of half-closed eyes. Then he added: ‘The human world is full of weak-minded people, who think they’re as clever as can be and are convinced that it’s terribly important to persuade even the children that Fantastica doesn’t exist. Maybe they will be able to make good use of you.’

‘Why are you so wicked?’ Atreyu asked. ‘Because you creatures had a world,’ Gmork replied darkly, ‘and I didn’t.’