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It sometimes happens that a man, on waking up, asks himself with an involuntary frisson of terror: “Am I really thirty already? Forty? Fifty? How has life passed so quickly? How has death come so close? Death is like a fisherman who has caught a fish in his net and leaves it for a time in the water; the fish is still swimming, but the net is around it and the fisherman will extract it – whenever he wants.”

Probably I shall not survive all this – so much the better. I’ve been brought to the edge of the abyss and must plunge in. Fate did not unite us in vain; who knows, perhaps I killed him; now it’s his turn to draw me after him. I sought happiness – and maybe I’ll find death. Clearly that’s as it should be; clearly, there was guilt… But death covers and reconciles everything, does it not?

Each of us is guilty by virtue of being alive, and there is no thinker so great, no benefactor of mankind who, because of the good he has done, can rely on having the right to live…

...she sank to her knees, but could not pray. There were no reproaches in her heart; she did dare to question God as to why he had not spared them, taken pity on them or protected them. Why was their punishment greater than their guilt, if indeed they were guilty?