I loved it, I loved the feeling, it was my favourite feeling, but it never led to anything good, and the day after, or the days after, it was as closely associated with boundless excess as with stupidity, which I hated with a passion. But when I was in that state, the future did not exist, nor the past, only the moment, and that was why I wanted to be in it so much, for my world, in all its unbearable banality, was radiant.
