“What is my guilt? What, if I am guilty, is my sin? I do not know. I do not understand. After all, I can perfectly well say that I saved a man’s life! Of course, I understand perfectly well that if I had really been saving him I would not have given in to fear. Everyone has to live with their conscience. I understand that. No, I really do not understand anything. I do not want to go on living the way I do. I cannot, but how else can I? Pray? Try to redeem my immortal soul? But it is helpless. It has never saved anyone or anything. It has experienced torment and pleasure. Is there never to be an end to that? Eternal bliss or eternal torment?” He gave a rueful smile.
“Now, you tell me what art is. Without it, who would ever hear anything? Only art can shout, call out to us. That is why you
