‘I never thought that a person’s nature could be etched with malice until that moment,’ he told Marika one day. ‘I saw Evil setting a cotton-stuffed pillow on fire in an occupied apartment, and with children there.’
‘Don’t oversimplify the situation,’ she replied. ‘The girl deserves our pity, and you’re being unfair. She’s not well, that’s all. Why don’t you take her to a psychiatrist and try to help her?’
‘A psychiatrist?’ he replied. ‘She can’t stand to hear anything of the sort and will always accuse me of being the crazy one. And I know the first step towards being cured of a mental illness is the patient recognising that they’re sick and need help. Isn’t that right?’ ‘Why don’t you divorce her?’ Marika asked him, after giving it some thought. ‘You shouldn’t carry on like this. Situa
