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But there was nothing for me. Now I was weary from having desired too much; I felt suddenly old. I would never recover from the disease implanted in my chest. The dream of tranquility which I dreamt a little earlier had appealed to me and tempted me only because it would never be fulfilled. And even if it were, I would dream another dream, for my heart too was a dream.

I stand up. I wander about my room. What am I? What am I? Oh, I must, I must find an answer to this question, because another question hangs from it like a threat: What is to become of me?

Nobody, nothing, has the right to exact expiation; besides, nobody can; vengeance is too far removed from the act and strikes so to speak another person. Expiation is therefore a word for which there is no possible use whatever.

The dying man had closed up and become hard and incredulous in the presence of this stranger with the vulgar face, on whose lips the word God and truth on a comic complexion, and who wanted him to open his heart to him.

'Happiness needs unhappiness; joy is partly composed of sadness; it is thanks to our crucifixion on time and space that our heart beats in the midst of it all. We mustn't dream of some sort of ridiculous abstraction; we must retain the link which chains us to the earth and the flesh. Remember: "Such as we are." We are a great amalgam; we are more than we think: who knows what we are ?'

As soon as everything escapes, one is alone.

Everything turns us in upon ourselves and condemns us to ourselves alone. You said that day: "There are things which you hide from me, and which I shall never know- even of you tell them to me." You showed me that love is only a short of celebration of our solitude, and you ended up by crying out to me, as you engulfed me in your arms: "Our love is me!"

All these words are inert words which leave in existence the grandeur of what was, without being able to touch it, they are vain, futile noises; they are like the barking of a dog, the sound of branches moving in the wind.