How do I know that I don’t have any friends? Very simple: I found out on the day when I considered killing myself in order to play a trick on them – to punish them in a way. But to punish whom? Some people would be surprised, but no one would feel punished. I realized that I had no friends. In any case, suppose I had had any: it wouldn’t have got me anywhere. If I might have been able to commit suicide and then see the effect on them, why, yes, it could have been worth it. But earth is dark, dear friend, and wood is thick, and a shroud is opaque.
