...good can never catch up with evil, because with the gap between good and evil there is no hope whatsoever. - László Krasznahorkai

Evil exists, and the good, sad to say, can never catch up with it.

. . .really, he didn’t want to be a nuisance to anyone, nor would he, he decided, be a nuisance, then sat down on the bed, got up again, went over to the window, then sat back down on the bed once more, before getting up again, and so it went on for several minutes, since the feeling of joy continued welling up in him, overwhelming him, so time and again he had to sit down or stand up and eventually achieved complete happiness by pulling the table ever so gently over to the window, turning it so the light should fall fully on it, drew up the chair, then sat on the bed and stared at the table, at the arrangement of it, stared and stared, gauging whether the light was falling on it in the best possible way, then turning the chair a little so that it was at a different angle to the table, so it should fit better, staring at that now, and it was plain that the happiness was almost too much for him, for he now had somewhere to live, a place with a table and a chair, because he was happy that Mr. Sárváry existed in the first place, and that he should have this apartment on the top floor of 547 West 159th Street, right next to the stairs to the attic, and without the resident’s name on the door.

İnanç, diye düşündü Eszter Bey, aslında kendi aptallığını irdelerken, aslında bir şeye inanmak değil, bunların böyle olmadığına inanmaktı ve müzik de, daha iyi olan benliğimizi ya da daha iyi bir dünyayı tanımanın aracı değil, kurtarılması mümkün olmayan benliğimizi ve acınası bir dünyayı gizlemenin ve hatta ortadan yok etmenin çılgınca bir yöntemiydi.

But nothing could assuage the unconscious fury of our new and tragic understanding, our sense of having been cheated, our fear, for, however we looked for it, we could not find a fit object for our disgust and despair, and so we attacked everything in our way with an equal and infinite passion…