'You understand, Monsieur Jean,' she said after a moment or two, 'that for a person like yourself, who was away fighting in the Resistance, war is something that is planned and carried out by the intellect. It is rather like a game that either succeeds or fails. But to those who are left behind it is very different. It is like being in a prison without bars, and nobody knows who is a criminal, who is the jailer, who is telling lies, which person has betrayed whom. People no longer have faith. If something you thought strong turns out to be weak, you are ashamed and wonder who is at fault. Is the weakness mine, is it yours, you ask, but nobody knows the answer and no one will take the blame.'
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