“He stared off into space for a moment, took a few drags on his cigarette, then said, “What saved me from a nervous breakdown was somebody else, somebody inside me. It’s not my soul or guilty conscience. It’s a completely rational person, cold, unfeeling, razor-sharp. He’s the one who guides me when the road gets mixed up. If it weren’t for him, I would’ve become completely deviant and criminal, or I’d have wasted away and killed myself.”