“Thank God for that,” Ryan breathed.
“You are be—believer?” Borodin asked.
“Yeah, sure.” Ryan should not have been surprised by the question. “Hell, you gotta
believe in something.”
“And why is that, Commander Ryan?”Borodin was examining the Pogy through oversized night glasses.
Ryan wondered how to answer. “Well, because if you don’t, what’s the point of life? That would mean Sartre and Camus and all those characters were right—all is chaos, life has no meaning. I refuse to believe that. If you want a better answer, I know a couple priests who’d be glad to talk to you.” (查看原文)
