Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.

Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep

Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep.

How did I picture the life after the grave?

I Fairly bawled out at him: 'A life in which I can remember this life on earth. That's all I want of it.

He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.

Thus I progressed on the surface of life, in the realm of words as it were, never in reality. All those books barely read, those friends barely loved, those cities barely visited, those women barely possessed! I went through the gestures out of boredom or absent-mindedness. Then came human beings; they wanted to cling, but there was nothing to cling to, and that was unfortunate--for them. As for me, I forgot. I never remembered anything but myself.