“Now the whole world stands on the brink staring down into bloody hell. All those liberals, and intellectuals, and smooth-talkers; and all of a sudden no one can think of anything to say. Beneath me, this awful city, it screams like an abattoir full of retarded children. And the night reeks of fornication and bad consciences.”
“-You can’t be here. -Why not? -It’s your fault. And I may not be on his frequency right now, but you can hear me just fine, can’t you? -Stop.”
