Friday, December 16, 2005
an exerpt from a novel on love and war by Philippe Besson
Does one ever truly find peace Vincent?No. The answer, undoubtedly, is: no. No, Marcel, you will not find peace. From time to time you will allay some of your fears, some of your pain. At times you will relieve the rapture of those lost years. But you cannot escape this slow death. You will suffer the inescapable defeat which Times inflicts on all of us. All is lost. From the very beginning, all is lost. No, Arthur, you cannot escape the blight of war. Whether or not you survive, you will be marked forever by this war. With me, you experience moments where you can distance yourself from your pain, but they are not more than fugitive moments. No, one never truly finds peace.Yes. The answer, assuredly, is: yes. Marcel, you will find peace somehow. Living with your death, living in the past; these are the things which give you the courage to go on, to create a future, to be here still in spite of everything. Yes, Authur, you can escape. If luck is on your side, you will come through, you will escape this carnage. And if you do, anything will be possible. Life will be beautiful. Mornings will be dazzling. Everything will begin again. Everything is perpetually beginning again. Yes, in the end, we all find peace.I dont know. I dont know. How could i know?
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