لكنّ الانقسام في داخله كان حزنًا وعذابًا، فاعتاده كما يعتاد المرء جرحًا لم يلتئم، تُعاد فتحه مرارًا.

“But the division in him was a sorrow and a torment, and he became accustomed to it only as one gets used to an unhealed and frequently reopened wound.”Boris Pasternak