no crime in the wasteland

"The clouds thicken over the cloister and night gradually darkens the ledger stones bearing the moral virtues attributed to the dead. If someone here told me to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages and ninety-nine would be blank. On the last page, I should write: ‘I recognize one duty, and that is to love.’ And, as far as everything else is concerned, I say no. I say no with all my strength. The ledger stones tell me that this is useless, that life is ‘col sol levante, col sol cadente’. But, I cannot see that my revolt loses by being useless, and I can feel what it gains."