But in the spring of this year, before it all began, I was lying on the yellow tapestry sofa in the living room without a care in the world. Over the weeks that followed I was to learn a lot about this endless crime. The strong will survive and sooner or later the weak will be wiped off the face of the earth - that's what they call evolution.īut just who are all these weaklings doomed to perish? What are their names? What species do they belong to? Aren't they as much a part of this earth as the elect? Or are they simply anonymous, of unknown race, in-between stages on the way to final beatific perfection? Does the concept of nature conceal this melancholy fact? Is that the eternal law?

It's a law of nature, they say, and resistance is useless. There's an invisible mechanism at work on this planet, they say, enabling the stronger to get stronger all the time and forcing the weaker into unconditional surrender. 'I will not again curse the ground any more for man's sake for the imagination of man's heart is evil from his youth neither will I again smite any more every thing living, as I have done.' No part of this publication may be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in a retrieval system, in any form or by any means, without permission in writing from Akif PirinçciĬover illustration by Andreas Liss © 2011 Translated from the German by Anthea Bell © 1994įirst published in Germany in 1994 by Wilhelm Goldmann VerlagĪll rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions.

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