Nausea

by Jean-Paul Sartre

What could he be thinking of? Of his honourable past which conferred on him the right to speak on everything and to have the last word on everything. I had not gone far enough the other day: experience was much more than a defence against death; it was a right; the right of old men.

I think we're getting somewhere at last but I'm not sure. Whatever. It's a good passage.