The Sacrifice Page #2

- Thanks, thanks!

And you, young man, how are you?

Isn't it hard to keep silent?

I can well imagine.

But it's good for you.

Sociability is a burden.

Not all of us can bear it.

- My brave boy!

- Why "my"? He's "ours", after all.

He gargles

and goes to bed by himself.

Gargles? That's nothing!

Think how well he behaved

during the operation!

He's got the makings of a real man!

Open wide, now!

It looks fine. Keep that up

and you'll be talking in a week.

By the way, did you know

that Gandhi had one day in the week

when he spoke to no one?

- It was his system.

- Why?

He was probably tired of people.

Shall we walk here?

You've deserted your patients.

And what elegance!

On a day like this,

one has to live up to expectations!

Your present's in the boot.

Still more presents!

- It's time we went home.

- Yes, all of us.

But why don't you two take the car?

We'll follow on foot.

We must finish our chat.

Right, my boy?

Please don't be too late.

All right, Little Man?

Everything's almost ready.

Have I told you how your mother

and I found this place?

We came here on a trip, once.

You weren't even thought of then.

It was the first time we were here.

We had no map with us,

we forgot to bring one.

Besides, we'd run out of petrol.

We stopped somewhere near here,

then we kept going on foot.

Frankly, we were lost.

Then it started raining,

a cold, ugly drizzle.

We came to that bend over there,

by that dry, old pine tree

and just then, the sun came out.

It stopped raining.

The light was dazzling!

Then we saw the house.

Suddenly I was sad that I didn't...

I mean, that we didn't live there

in that house under the pines,

so close to the sea.

How beautiful it was!

I knew that if I lived there,

I'd be happy until I died.

Hm? What's wrong? Don't be afraid.

There is no such thing as death.

No, there's the fear of death,

and that is an awful fear.

Sometimes it even makes people

do things they shouldn't.

But how different things would be

if only we could stop fearing death!

Huh? Oh, I was talking

about something else... Ah, yes.

As I was saying, we were enchanted

as we took in the beauty of it.

We couldn't tear ourselves away.

The peace, the stillness...

And...

it was plain that this house

was meant just for us.

It turned out to be for sale, too.

What a miracle!

And you were born in this house.

Do you like it?

Do you like it, your house?

Eh, my boy?

Man has defended himself, always

against other men, against Nature.

He has constantly violated Nature.

The result is a civilisation built

on force, power, fear, dependence.

All our "technical progress"

has only provided us

with comfort, a sort of standard.

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