With the abolition of private property, then, we shall have true, beautiful, healthy individualism. Nobody will waste his life in accumulating things, and the symbols for things. One will live. To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
And, after another silence, she murmured something about my being “a queer fellow.” “And I daresay that’s why I love you,” she added. “But maybe that’s why one day I’ll come to hate you.”
Really, he said, I had no soul, there was nothing human about me, not one of those moral qualities which normal men possess had any place in my mentality. We cannot blame a man for lacking what it was never in his power to acquire.
Demek bitmiş, onun için her şey bitmişti; demek artık katiyen karar vermek lazım gelecekti ki seneler, hep çoğalan bir melal ve füturla geçerek ihtiyarlık bir gün onu çürütecekti? Hem de yaşamamış olarak, henüz yaşamak üzere zannolunurken... Her şey bitmişti öyle mi?
‘It’s not fun any more. I am not you. I need somewhere to stay. But the ground is never stable.’
‘The fun is in the jumping, mon amie.’
‘But what if it’s in the landing?'