I Don't Believe In Your "good". I

And In This Silence Of The Dumb And These Speeches Of The Blind, In This Medly Of People Bound Together By The Same Grief, Terror And Hope, In This Hatred And Lack Of Understanding Between Men Who Spoke The Same Tongue, You Could See Much Of The Tragedy Of The Twentieth Century.

There Is A Deep And Undeniable Sadness In All This: Whenever We See The Dawn Of An Eternal Good That Will Never Be Overcome By Evil – An Evil That Is Itself Eternal But Will Never Succeed In Overcoming Good – Whenever We See This Dawn, The Blood Of Old People And Children Is Always Shed.

There Are People Whose Souls Have Just Withered, People Who Are Willing To Go Along With Anything Evil - Anything So As Not To Be Suspected Of Disagreeing With Whoever Is In Power.

Ivan Tells Anna: "i Used To Imagine That Being Embraced By A Woman . . . As Something So Wonderful That It Would Make Me Forget Everthing . . . [but] Happiness, It Turns Out, Will Be To Share With You The Burden I Can't Share With Anyone Else.

Thousands Of People Are Being Buried And No One Attends The Funerals,' Said One Of The Soldiers. 'in Peacetime It's The Other Way Round: One Coffin And A Hundred People Carrying Flowers.