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On the chairs, on the window sills, in the aisles, pressed against the walls,
the human mass was blended like a monolith, except for the pale ovals of faces.
The faces stood out, separate, lonely, no two alike. Behind each, there were the
years of a life lived or half over, effort, hope and an attempt, honest or
dishonest, but an attempt. It had left on all a single mark in common: on lips
smiling with malice, on lips loose with renunciation, on lips tight with
uncertain dignity--on all--the mark of suffering.
"...In this day and age, when the world is torn by gigantic problems, seeking an
answer to questions that hold the survival of man in the balance--this man
attached to such a vague intangible, such an unessential as his artistic
opinions sufficient importance to let it become his sole passion and the
motivation of a crime against society."
The people had come to witness a sensational case, to see celebrities, to get
material for conversation, to be seen, to kill time. They would return to
unwanted jobs, unloved families, unchosen friends, to drawing rooms, evening
clothes, cocktail glasses and movies, to unadmitted pain, murdered hope, desire
left unreached, left hanging silently over a path on which no step was taken, to
days of effort not to think, not to say, to forget and give in and give up. But
each of them had known some unforgotten moment--a morning when nothing had
happened, a piece of music heard suddenly and never heard in the same way again,
a stranger’s face seen in a bus--a moment when each had known a different sense
of living. And each remembered other moments, on a sleepless night, on an
afternoon of steady rain, in a church, in an empty street at sunset, when each
had wondered why there was so much suffering and ugliness in the world. They had
not tried to find the answer and they had gone on living as if no answer were
necessary. But each had known a moment when, in lonely, naked honesty, he had
felt the need of an answer.