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"My friend, I have lived almost fifty
years, and I have seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger...cruelty
beyond belief. I have heard the singing from taverns and the moans from
bundles of filth on the streets. I have been a soldier and seen my
comrades fall in battle...or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I
have held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life
as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words...only
their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question: 'Why?' I do not
think they asked why they were dying, but why they had lived.
"When life itself seems lunatic, who
knows where madness lies? Too much sanity may be madness. To seek
treasure where there is only trash. Perhaps to be practical is madness.
And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it ought to be." -p. 65-66 |
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