‘Hope?’
‘Yes, hope,’ Smythe said. ‘Can’t you see what hope there’d be if everybody in the world knew that there was nothing else but what we have here? No future compensation, rewards, punishments.’ His face had a crazy nobility when one cheek was hidden. ‘Then we’d begin to make this world like heaven.’
[Graham Greene, The end of the affair,
Vintag 2019, p. 66]