إن هدف الحرب الأساسي هو إنزال الدمار، ليس بالضرورة بحياة الناس، بل بنتاج العمل الإنساني، فالحرب هي السبيل لتبديد وإهدار موارد كان من شأنها لو استخدمت في ما ينفع الجماهير العريضة أن ترتد عليه بالخير والرفاهية، وأن تجعلهم على المدى الطويل أكثر وعياً وإدراكاً للأمور من حولهم.
On the page was exactly what I had written, but it was clearer, more immediate. The erasures, the transpositions, the small additions, and, in some way, her handwriting itself gave me the impression that I had escaped from myself and now was running a hundred paces ahead with an energy and also a harmony that the person left behind didn't know she had.
قضت أيامًا مذهولة ممّا حلّ بها . ترى من دون أن تنظر ، تسمع من دون أن تصغي . تسافر من دون أن تغادر . تعيش بين الناس ، من دون أن يتنبّه أحد أنها ، في الحقيقة ، نزيلة العناية الفائقة ، وأنّ نسخة مزوّرة منها هي التي تعيش بينهم . نسخة يسهل اكتشافها ، فلا شيء مما يسعد الناس يسعدها ، ولا خبر ممّا يحدث في العالم يعنيها ، وكلّ حديث أيّا كان موضوعه يبكيها لأن كلّ المواضيع حتمًا ستفضي إلى ذلك الرجل الذي دمّرها ومضى .
She wrote, in the last pages, of feeling all the evil of the neighborhood around her. Rather, she wrote obscurely, good and evil are mixed together and reinforce each other in turn. Marcello, if you thought about it, was really a good arrangement, but the good tasted of the bad and the bad tasted of the good, it was a mixture that took your breath away. A few evenings earlier, something had happened that had really scared her. Marcello had left, the television was off, the house was empty, Rino was out, her parents were going to bed. She was alone in the kitchen washing the dishes and was tired, really without energy, when there was an explosion. She had turned suddenly and realized that the big copper pot had exploded. Like that, by itself. It was hanging on the nail where it normally hung, but in the middle there was a large hole and the rim was lifted and twisted and the pot itself was all deformed, as if it could no longer maintain its appearance as a pot. Her mother had hurried in in her nightgown and blamed her for dropping it and ruining it. But a copper pot, even if you drop it, doesn't break and doesn't become misshapen like that. "It's this sort of thing," Lila concluded, "that frightens me. More than Marcello, more than anyone. And I feel that I have to find a solution, otherwise, everything, one thing after another, will break, everything, everything.