No doubt our love was still there, but quite simply it was unusable, heavy to carry, inert inside of us, sterile as crime or condemnation. It was no longer anything except a patience with no future and a stubborn wait.
Albert CamusAbout author
- Author's profession: Philosopher, Writer
- Nationality: french
- Born: November 7, 1913
- Died: January 4, 1960