life with just the motions. No feelings, no love, no sorrow, just living. "Don't you love your mother, dear boy?" says his mother. "No, said Krebs, I don't love anybody." This was not a lie. He no longer loved anybody. And that was a risk he was willing to take. And that seems to not affect him at all. No risks, no complications. The war had been complicated enough in itself, for the world and to Krebs....
