Following a last interminable dream of acceptance and slavery he began to murmur: “Jawohl” with every breath, regularly and continuously like a machine, “Jawohl,” at every collapsing of his wretched frame, thousands of times, enough to make one want to shake him, to suffocate him, at least to make him change the word. I never understood so clearly as at that moment how laborious is the death of a man.
