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Barabbas is the acquitted; the fellow whose existence used to be exchanged for that of Jesus of Nazareth, crucified upon the hill of Golgotha. Barabbas is a guy condemned to haven't any god. "Christos Iesus" is carved at the disk suspended from his neck, yet he can't confirm his religion. He can't pray. He can purely say, "I are looking to believe."
Translated from the Swedish through Alan Blair
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But tomorrow no one would go rooting about there any more. They lay twisting in their sleep, but she was not sorry for them any more. Perhaps the water would be purified by an angel breathing on it? And they would really be healed when they stepped down into it? Perhaps even the lepers would be healed? But would they be allowed to step down into the spring? Would they really? One didn't know for sure how it would be. . No, one knew very little really . . Perhaps nothing would happen to the spring and no one even bother about it.
And he had awakened and gone out through the same archway, and when he saw the other dragging his cross down the street he had followed behind him. Why, he did not know. Nor why he had stood there hour after hour watching the crucifixion and the long death agony, though it was nothing whatever to do with him. Those standing around the cross up there surely need not have been here? Not unless they wanted to. Nothing was forcing them to come along and defile themselves with uncleanness. But they were no doubt relations and close friends.
He ate but little, soon handing what was left across to the girl with the hare-lip, as though he were already satisfied. She threw herself on it and devoured it like an animal, then rushed out of the house; quite suddenly she was not there. They ventured to ask what sort of woman she was, but of course got no answer. That was typical of him. He was always like that, secretive about his own affairs. —What sort of miracles did he perform, that preacher, he said, turning to the women, and what did he preach about, for that matter?