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He was in love. He was strangely and foolishly in love, since he was a strange and foolish man himself. He saw the meaning of his life in this love, and he believed in it with all his freed faith, with that tortured, sad faith that he had torn to shreds so early on by the many small thorns of life's evils.

"Szerelmes volt. Furcsán és bolondul volt szerelmes, hiszen furcsa és bolond ember volt ő maga is. Az élete értelmét látta meg ebben a szerelemben, és hitt benne minden felszabadult hitével, azzal a megkínzott, szomorú hittel, amit már olyan korán rongyosra tépett az élet rosszaságainak sok kis tüskebokra."