Detective Story

"But there are times when being happy — just happy, nothing else — is simply vile."

"Why?" Jill inquired.

"Because," Enrique reasoned, "one cant be happy in a place where everybody is unhappy."

If a person resolves to fight, he ought to know what he is fighting for. Otherwise it makes no sense. A person usually fights against a power in order to gain power himself. Or else because the power in question is threatening his life.

Talking is not enough; words don’t clarify anything. I’ll have to hit upon something, but what?

I am sick of atrocities, though these are now the natural order of our world. And I would still like to act!

"You mustn’t forget about your future, Enrique."

"I’m living for the present, Dad."

"Ah!" he waved that aside. "The present is just temporary."

‘ I boiled up. "I know," I burst out. ‘It only has to be accepted temporarily — temporarily, but every day afresh. And every day ever more. Temporarily. Until we have lived to the end of our temporary lives, and one fine day we temporarily die.