He smelled only the rain and the earth and his own sorrow. Until now, he didn't know that sorrow had a smell, but it did, and it was worse than the stink of blood, of death.
One of the peculiar sins of the twentieth century which we've developed to a very high level is the sin of credulity. It has been said that when human beings stop believing in God they believe in nothing. The truth is much worse: they believe in anything.
