Character: Antonius Block

- The next time we meet, you and your companions the time.
- You will open its secrets?
- I have no secrets.
- So you know nothing?
- I have no knowledge.

- Faith is such a meal. All the same, that to love someone who is hidden in darkness and is not the face, not scream.
But now, with you, it seems so not worthwhile. Did this suddenly become unimportant.
- So you cheered.
I'll remember this moment. This rest... Strawberries, a bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light. Sleeping Michael on a job with the lute. I'll try to remember our conversation. I will carry this memory as carefully as in my hands a bowl filled with fresh milk. For me it will be a banner and a source of joy.

- Yes, you're sad.
Yes.
- Tired?
- Perhaps.
- What?
- Sputnik tiresome.
- Your squire?
- Oh no...
- Who?
- I myself.

- When you get tired of asking questions?
- Never get bored.
- But the answer you'll get.
Often it seems to me that ask question even more important.

- Who are you?
- I death.
- You came for me?
I've been following you.
- I'm not surprised.
- Are you ready?
- My body is afraid, and no soul.