Book: The gadfly. Page 1

Life I need only to fight with the Church. I'm not a man, I knife! Giving me life, you sanctify the knife.

- You sent to the firing squad of recruits, Colonel! Let's see, maybe I have something happens... Well, great! On the left flank, keep the gun higher! It was a carbine, not a pan! Well, now, ready!.. Download today!...
- Fire! - Shouted the Colonel, rushing forward.
It was impossible to endure this man he commanded his execution.

They [religions] differ from one another only by the external symptoms. But the disease itself is the religious orientation of the mind is the human need to create a fetish and to idolize it, to prostrate in front of someone and worship him. Will it be Christ, Buddha or savage totem - doesn't matter.

- What have you got there? Chocolates and English toffee! Yes, because-the food of the gods!
Gemma looked up and smiled his delight.
You're a sweet - tooth? I always keep these candies for Cesare. He rejoices like a child all sorts of treats.
In with-really? Well, you have him z-tomorrow will buy others, and these give me a. I p-put the toffee in your pocket, and they will console me for all the lost joys of life. N I hope I will be allowed to suck on a butterscotch candy when I was lead to the gallows.

I now love you. Remember, I kissed your hand and you so piteously begged me "never to do"? I know it was wrong of me, but you have to forgive me. And now I kiss the paper on which is written your name. It turns out that I kissed you twice, and both times without your consent.

- How is it, this love? Give you for her from his God? What made you Jesus? What he suffered for you? Why do you love him more than me? Punched for nails on my hands? So let's look at mine! And it will see, and this and that... He ripped the shirt, showing the terrible scars on the body. - Padre, your God is a phony! Don't believe his wounds, believe that he suffered, it was all a lie. Your heart should rightfully belong to me! <...> I transferred everything and tempered his soul by patience, because he wished to return to life and come to grips with your God. This was my shield, I protected my heart when I was facing madness and death. And now, back, I see again in my place of luacheia, the one who was nailed to the cross only six hours, and then rose from the dead. Padre, I was crucified year after year, five years, and I'm too risen! Now, what are you gonna do to me? What are you gonna do to me?..

"I think," the gadfly said slowly, ' that the dead are better dead. The past is hard to forget. And at your friend's place, I would s-s-stay dead. Meeting with ghosts - a thing unpleasant.

In heaven, probably n-a lot of spirits, n-never seen such rarities as an honest cardinal. And spirits big game hunters to new products.

If we had the slightest opportunity to change what is done, then it would be worth to think about old bugs. But if they can not fix it - let the dead mourn the dead.

The cat was looking at Martini, as a very useful thing in the house. This guest did not come on him, were not allowed tobacco smoke to the eyes, like others, very Intrusive two-legged creatures, allowing you to conveniently curl up on his lap and purr, and at table he always remembered that the cat is not interesting to watch people eat fish.

You are so responsive, I regret the body in a silly outfit with bells, but have you thought ever about miserable soul, which does not have even this motley rags to cover his nakedness terrible?

What's the point of vows? They are not what binds people. If you feel that you have mastered the idea, that's all. Otherwise nothing will connect.

Let's keep quiet. When one of us dies, the other will remember these moments. Forget the noisy world, which is so annoying buzzing in our ears, let's go hand in hand in the mysterious halls of death and get down there on the bed, strewn with drowsy poppies. Silent! It is not necessary to speak.

Be so kind to sign your own death sentence. My tender heart will not allow me to do this.