When I lost my sight, Werner, people said I was brave. When my father left, people said I was brave. But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don’t you do the same?
Werner wonders in the dead of night, isn’t life a kind of corruption? A child is born, and the world sets in upon it.
Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.