"Pierre Anthon left the door ajar like a grinning abyss that would swallow me up into the outside with him if only I let myself go." "Meaning." She nodded, as if to herself. "None of you has taught us any. So now we've found it ourselves." "Spring, summer, fall winter, joy, sorrow, love, hate, birth, life, death. It was all the same. The same. One. Nothing. It wasn't just me who understood. And with that revelation, it was like the devil himself took hold of us. "