You know, it’s quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you think about it you don’t do it. I know I’ll never jump again.
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Nausea
Sartre's greatest novel ― and existentialism's key text ― now introduced by James Wood.Nausea is the story of Antoine Roquentin, a French writer who is horrified at his own existence. In impressionistic, diary form he r
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We choose someone to love only by not choosing to love millions of others...
You know, it's quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you think about it you don't do it. I know I'll never jump again.
I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven’s name, why is it so important to think the same things all together.
I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind in my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away.
I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.
Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.
All that I know about my life, it seems, I have learned in books.