Lawrence Durrell. Justine (№ 124409)

In my life there is something like Nezhivenko Place, as you call it, and I'm trying to fill it with people, accidents, illnesses, all that came to hand. You're right when you say that it is only a pitiful semblance of true life, a wiser life. However, while I respect your science and your knowledge, I feel that if I should ever come to terms with yourself, before I have to break through the scraps of my personality and burn them to the ground. Artificially of my problems would solve anything - you only need to bury the bib to the priest. But we, the Alexandrians, too proud for that and too respectful of faith. It would be unfair to God, my dear, and even if I fail someone else (I see you smile), I decided in any case not to let Him down, whoever He was.