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In Jean-Paul Sartre's play "Dirty Hands," Hugo is a writer for ‘the revolution.' Feeling he's not contributing enough, he volunteers to be an assassin, but when the time comes, he cannot pull the trigger.
His target, a wise man, tells him, "You wanted to prove that you were capable of acting and you chose the hard way, as if you wanted to gather up credit in heaven; that's youth. You didn't succeed. Well, what of that? There's nothing to prove, you know, and the revolution's not a question of virtue but of effectiveness. There is no heaven. There's work to be done, that's all. And you must do what you're cut out for; all the better if it comes easy to you. The best work is not the work that takes the most sacrifices. It's the work in which you can best succeed. ... Better a good journalist than a poor assassin."
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