"Ah, my poor child, how far gone you are in your blindness! Why did you have me summoned?" "I had hopes, I had hopes." "Hopes? Hopes of what?" "I … - Henri Barbusse

الجدار القائم بذاته

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كأنما استعار روح الجبل المجاور.

اللوحةُ في وسطه لا تقول إلا حيرتَها،

أمام غزارة هذا الفراغ

الجدار بمزاجه الدمويّ

لا تغيّره الألوان

ولا تلك البنفسجات المفكرّة في الأصيص

والكؤوس المرتّبة بنظافة على الرفوف.

الجدار المحروس بعناية الوحشة

I am frozen by a mass which supports me. My elbow sinks into it. It is the horse's belly; its rigid leg obliquely bars the narrow circle from which my eyes cannot escape. Ah, it is dead! It seems to me that my breast is empty, yet still there is an echo in my heart. What I am looking for is life.

I watched her cry — drown herself in a flood of tears. It is a great thing to be in the presence of a rational being who cries. A weak, broken creature shedding tears makes the same impression as an all-powerful god to whom one prays. In her weakness and defeat Amy was above human power.