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door johan_velter


Sammler in a mental whisper said, “Well, Elya. Well, well, Elya.” And then in the same way he said, “Remember, God, the soul of Elya Gruner, who, as willingly as possible and as well as he was able, and even to an intolerable point, and even in suffocation and even as death was coming was eager, even childishly perhaps (may I be forgiven for this), even with a certain servility, to do what was required of him. At his best this man was much kinder than at my very best I have ever been or could ever be. He was aware that he must meet, and he did meet – through all the confusion and degraded clowning of this life through which we are speeding – he did meet the terms of his contract. The terms which, in his inmost heart, each man knows. A I know mine. As all know. For that is the truth of it – that we all know, God, that we know, that we know, we know, we know.”

Saul Bellow, Mr Sammler’s planet, 1969