But what you did was necessary, and we went down in history. And for five years it was no longer possible to enjoy the call of birds in the cool of the evening. [...]
For a long time we both thought that this world had no ultimate meaning and that consequently we were cheated. I still think so in a way. [...]
You never believed in the meaning of this world, and you therefore deduced the idea that everything was equivalent and that good and evil could be defin…
These July nights are both light and heavy. Light along the Seine and in the trees, but heavy in the hearts of those who are awaiting the only dawn they now long for.
[...] the roses in the cloisters of Florence, the gilded bulbous domes of Krakow, the Hradschin and its dead palaces, the contorted statues of the Charles River over the Ultava, the delicate gardens of Salzburg. All those flowers and stones, those hills and those landscapes where men's time and the…
Now tell me whether this Europe, whose frontiers are the genius of a few and the heart of all its inhabitants, differs from the colored spot you have annexed on temporary maps.
