The truth was supposed to finish before the lie. Certain misfortunes were never to happen again such as war and hunger and so forth. Whoever wanted to enjoy the world faces an impossible task. Stupidity is not funny. Wisdom isn't jolly.
Hope Is no longer the same young girl et cetera.
Again and as always, and as seen above there are no questions more urgent than the naive ones. Nothing here seems changed, and yet something has changed. Nothing has been moved, and yet there's more room. And in the evenings the lamp is not on. One hears footsteps on the stairs, but they're not the same.