“Why should I let him out of the trap,” answered the sad shepherd. “Is he not dying more slowly than I could kill him?”
“You must have faith in God,” said Zadok earnestly and gravely.
“He is too far away.”
“Then you must have love for your neighbour.”
“He is too near. My confidence in man was like a pool by the wayside. It was shallow, but there was water in it, and sometimes a star shone there. Now the feet of many beasts have trampled through it, and the jackals have drunken of it, and there is no more water. It is dry and the mire is caked at the bottom.”
“Is there nothing good in the world?”
“There is pleasure, but I am sick of it. There is power, but I hate it. There is wisdom, but I mistrust it. Life is a game and every player is for his own hand. Mine is played. I have nothing to win or lose.”
“You are young, you have many years to live.”
“I am old, yet the days before me are too many.”
“But you travel the road, you go forward. Do you hope for nothing?”