“A grace has been conferred upon you,” the old statesman [said to Archilochos]. “There are two possible reasons for this grace, and it depends upon you which of them is the valid one: love, if you believe in that love, or evil, if you do not believe in that love. Love is a miracle that is eternally possible; evil is a fact that is eternally present. Justice condemns evil, hope longs to reform it, and love overlooks it. Only love is capable of accepting grace as it is. There is nothing more difficult, I know. The world is terrible and meaningless. The hope of finding a meaning behind all the meaninglessness, behind all the terror, can be preserved only by those who nevertheless can love.”The tone of Friedrich Dürrenmatt’s novel, Once a Greek…, so reminiscent of Candide and the plays of Ionesco, is fundamentally funnier, more humane, and finally uplifting in an existentialist/absurdist way. I highly recommend it, if you’re lucky enough to find a copy!