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: I shall remember this moment: the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light. Mikael asleep, Jof with his lyre. I shall try to remember our talk. I shall carry this memory carefully in my hands as if it were a bowl brimful of fresh milk. It will be a sign to me, and a great sufficiency.
: Nothing escapes you! Death
: Nothing escapes me. No one escapes me.
: I met Death today. We are playing chess.
: I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to men has shut me out. I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams.
: Who are you? Death
: I am Death. Antonius Block
: Have you come for me? Death
: I have long walked by your side. Antonius Block
: So I have noticed. Death
: Are you ready? Antonius Block
: My body is ready, but I am not.
: Have you met the devil? I want to meet him too. Witch
: Why do you want to do that? Antonius Block
: I want to ask him about God. He must know. He, if anyone.
: Who will take care of that child. God, the devil, the nothingness? The nothingness, perhaps? Antonius Block
: It can't be so!
: Don't you ever stop asking? Antonius Block
: No. I never stop. Death
: But you're not getting an answer.
[Death approaches Antonius Block
] Antonius Block
: Wait a moment. Death
: You all say that. But I grant no reprieves.
[Antonius Block lets Death choose which chess pieces to play
] Antonius Block
: You drew black. Death
: Appropriate, don't you think?
: You don't look so happy. Antonius Block
: No. Mia
: Are you tired? Antonius Block
: Yes. I have boring company. Mia
: You mean your squire? Antonius Block
: No, not him. Mia
: Who do you mean, then? Antonius Block
: Faith is a torment. It is like loving someone who is out there in the darkness but never appears, no matter how loudly you call.
: We must make an idol of our fear, and call it god.
: This is my hand. I can turn it. The blood is still running in it. The sun is still in the sky and the wind is blowing. And I... I, Antonius Block, play chess with Death.
: Is it so terribly inconceivable to comprehend God with one's senses? Why does he hide in a cloud of half-promises and unseen miracles? How can we believe in the faithful when we lack faith? What will happen to us who want to believe, but can not? What about those who neither want to nor can believe? Why can't I kill God in me? Why does He live on in me in a humiliating way - despite my wanting to evict Him from my heart? Why is He, despite all, a mocking reality I can't be rid of?
: I want knowledge! Not faith, not assumptions, but knowledge. I want God to stretch out His hand, uncover His face and speak to me. Death
: But He remains silent. Antonius Block
: I call out to Him in the darkness. But it's as if no one was there. Death
: Perhaps there isn't anyone. Antonius Block
: Then life is a preposterous horror. No man can live faced with Death, knowing everything's nothingness. Death
: Most people think neither of death nor nothingness. Antonius Block
: But one day you stand at the edge of life and face darkness. Death
: That day. Antonius Block
: I understand what you mean.
: When next we meet, the hour will strike for you and your friends. Antonius Block
: And will you reveal your secrets? Death
: I have no secrets. Antonius Block
: So do you know nothing? Death
: I am unknowing.