Book: Klein and Wagner

... From fear, from the children's fear of the cold, before the loneliness, before his death, the people run to each other, kiss, hug, RUB your cheek on the cheek, cuddle with your legs and feet, thrown into a world of new people. The way it is.
Always the same instinct, the same desire, the same misunderstanding. And always the same disappointment, the same terrible pain. I think that close to God, and embrace the woman. I think that it has reached harmony, and only dump the blame and the trouble for the distant future creature! Hug a woman, kiss her lips, caress her Breasts and conceive a child with her, and someday this child, overtaken by the same fate, it will be good to lie with a woman, and Wake up from intoxication, and look into the abyss of tormented pain of your eyes, and all curse.

Oh, how little, how desperate do not know much about people! Learned in school a hundred or so dates, some wacky battle, a couple of hundred names of some silly old kings, every day I read articles about taxes or the Balkans, but the people don't know anything! If you do not ring the bell, if the oven smokes if I stall any wheel in the car, I know where to look, and do look for, and find the damage and know how to fix it. That thing in us, that the secret spring, which alone gives meaning to life, that thing in us, which alone and lives alone and is able to feel the joy and the pain, wanting happiness, to experience happiness - it is unknown, know nothing about her, nothing at all, and if she sanemail, it really did not correct her. Isn't that wild?

The ability to like something - what an escape!