write then? What the hell for? Well, I must say that we exist for... Will you be so kind and leave me alone? Let me get a wink, I haven't slept all night. Keep your complexes to yourself. In any case, all this technology of yours... all those blast furnaces, wheels... and other bullshit are only designed in order to work less and eat more. They are all just crutches, artificial limbs. And mankind exists in order to create... works of art. Unlike all other human activities, this one is unselfish. Great illusions! Images of the absolute truth! Are you listening to me, Professor? What unselfishness are you talking about? People still die of hunger. Have you fallen from the moon? And they are considered to be our brainy aristocracy! You're not even capable of thinking in abstractions. Are you going to teach me about the meaning of life? And also how to think? It's useless. You might be a professor, but an ignorant one. And there was a great earthquake. And the sun became black as sackcloth made of hair. And the moon became like blood... And the stars of the sky fell to the earth, as a fig tree casts its unripe figs when shaken by a great wind. And the sky was split apart like a scroll when it is rolled up. And every mountain and island were moved out of their places. And the kings of the earth and the great men and the rich and the chiliarchs and the strong and every free man, hid themselves in the caves and among the rocks of the mountains; and they said to the mountains and to the rocks, "Fall on us and hide us from the presence of Him who sits on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb, for the great day of His wrath has come, and who is able to stand?" And that very day two... two of them... were going to a village which was about 60 stadia from... named... and they were conversing with each other about all these things. And while they were conversing and discussing... He Himself approached, and began travelling with them. But their eyes were prevented from recognizing Him. And He said to them: "What are these words... you are exchanging with one another, and why are you sad?" And one of them, named... Are you awake? You were speaking of the meaning... of our... Iife... of the unselfishness of art... Take music, for instance. Less than anything else, it is connected to reality, or if connected at all, it's done mechanically, not by way of ideas, just by a sheer sound, devoid of... any associations. And yet, music, as if by some miracle, gets through to our heart. What is it that resonates in us in response to noise brought to harmony, making it the source of the greatest delight which stuns us and brings us together? What's all this needed for? And most important, who needs it? You would say, "No one. And for no reason." Unselfishly. No. I don't think so. After all, everything has some sense. Sense and reason. Do we have to go there? Unfortunately, yes. There's no other way. It looks morbid, don't you think, Professor? I don't feel like going there first. And Chingachgooks can never be volunteers. I think we'll have to draw lots. Do you mind? For this, I would rather have a volunteer. Have you got matches? Thanks. The long one will go. Pull it. The long one. No luck this time. Why don't you throw one of your nuts at least? Sure. As you wish. One more? All right... I'll go. Hurry up, Professor! There's... There's a door here! Go that way! Open the door and go in! Me again? Do I have to go in first again? You've drawn the lot. Go! People don't wait here. What have you got there? No guns here! You'll have yourself killed, and us too! Don't you remember the tanks? Drop it, I beg you. Don't you understand? If something happens, I can save you, but not this way... I beg you! Who are you going to fire at? Go, we haven't got much time! There's water here! Hold on to the handrail
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