Character: Albert Camus

The lot of all martyrs is the same: they are either exploited, or ridiculed, or forgotten.

Still, bad whether well, you can always decline to participate in history. One who did not approve of, often could be silent or talk about something else. Today things have changed, and the silence has acquired dreadful meaning.

Every time I hear a political speech or read the statements of those who govern us, I'm horrified, and not for the first year, because not catch the slightest hint of humanity. Always the same words, same lies.

When I look at my mother, I feel that I belong to a noble race... a race of people who don't want anything.

A traitor... So people often referred to those who remain true to their ideals.