“How do you mean they don’t dare? Are there so few suicides?”

“Very few.”

“Do you really think so?”

He made no answer, got up, and began walking to and fro lost in thought.

“What is it restrains people from suicide, do you think?” I asked.

He looked at me absentmindedly, as though trying to remember what we were talking about.

“I⁠ ⁠… I don’t know much yet.⁠ ⁠… Two prejudices restrain them, two things; only two, one very little, the other very big.”

“What is the little thing?”

“Pain.”