Book: Plague. Page 6

I know you're coming, I can wait indefinitely.

Yes, the person sleeps at this hour, and very good sleep, for the only desire of weary anxiety of the heart - to completely own someone you love, or when the hour of separation, to load the creature into a dreamless sleep, that lasted him until the day of the meeting.

The most convenient way to explore the city is to try to learn how work here, love here and die here.

And in the end realize that nobody is able to truly think of anyone, even in the hours of the most bitter trials. For to think truly about someone means thinking about it constantly, minute by minute, nothing from these mysli no distractions: no chores on the farm or flying past a fly, nor eat, nor itching.

And finally, this escalated to the limits of loneliness none of us could count on the help of a neighbor and was forced to be alone with all of your worries. If by chance any of us tried to trust the other or even just to talk about their feelings, which followed the answer, any answer, is generally perceived as an insult. Then he noticed that he and his interlocutor is talking about something different. As he was saying from the depths of his endless thoughts all about the same, from the depths of his agony, and the image he wanted to open another, has long languished on the fire of expectations and passion. And one another, rather mentally pictured a very banal emotions, normal everyday pain, the standard melancholy. And whatever the answer is quite hostile or benevolent, it usually does not hit the target, so we had to abandon attempts to intimate conversations. Or, at least, those for which the silence became flour perforce resorted to popular slang and is also used stamped dictionary, dictionary simple information from the category of accidents - in short, something like a news story, because nobody could speak the language, coming straight from the heart. Therefore, the true suffering began and habitually expressed by the system erased phrases.

Any joy is under threat.

In normal times, we all, consciously or not, realize that there is a love that has no bounds, and yet agree, and even quite calmly, that our love, in essence, so-so, second class.