Our knowledge of life is limited to death
Good or ill, life is life; you only realize that when you have to risk it.
We are not youth any longer. We don’t want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces.
Anyway the war is over so far as they are concerned. But to wait for dysentery is not much of a life either.