that was the kind of person one ought to be, a person who’d rather be betrayed than betray — a decent, guileless person. That’s the only kind that’s blessed by God. All my wiles, he thought, haven’t made me happy. I’m still a lost soul who knows no peace. Leopold Kanitz walked on to the end of the street, a stranger to himself, and never had he felt more wretched than on this day of his greatest triumph.
