آهـ، كم ينبغي أن يلتزم الإنسان الحذر قرب من لا يرون الفعل وحدهـ بل ينفذ ذكاؤهم إلى الأفكار.. لكن عبثاً: فالأجنحة هيهات أن تسبق الخوف - Dante Alighieri

Great flames are kindled where the small sparks fly.

No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy, when misery is at hand. That kens
Thy learn’d instructor. Yet so eagerly 120
If thou art bent to know the primal root,
From whence our love gat being, I will do
As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One day,
For our delight we read of Lancelot, 4
How him love thrall’d. Alone we were, and no 125
Suspicion near us. Oft-times by that reading
Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue
Fled from our alter’d cheek. But at one point
Alone we fell. When of that smile we read,
The wished smile so raptorously kiss’d 130
By one so deep in love, then he, who ne’er
From me shall separate, at once my lips
All trembling kiss’d. The book and writer both
Were love’s purveyors. In its leaves that day
We read no more.

و من که سراسر وجودم را ترس فراگرفته بود پرسیدم:
استاد، این چه صدایی است گه میشنوم؟ این مردم زجرکش که هستند؟

و او پاسخ داد:
این سرنوشت دردناک از آن ارواح کسانی است که زندگی را بی ننگ و بی ستایشی از سر گذرانده اند.