And when the war broke out, its real horrors, its real dangers, its menace of real death were a blessing compared with the inhuman reign of the lie, and they brought relief because they broke the spell of the dead letter.
Boris Pasternak (1890 - 1960)
Source: Doctor Zhivago, 1958, The Poems of Yurii Zhivago, Winter Night, epilogue
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