If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead. - Samuel Beckett

But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.

I began playing with the cries, a little in the same way as I had played with the song, on, back, on, back, if that may be called playing. As long as I kept walking I didn’t hear them, because of the footsteps. But as soon as I halted again I heard them again, a little fainter each time, admittedly, but what does it matter, faint or loud, cry is cry, all that matters is that it should cease. For years I thought they would cease. Now I don’t think so any more. I could have done with other loves perhaps. But there it is, either you love or you don’t.

هذا النوع من الأغراء لا أريده الآن . إن حاجتي لجمال الحياة قد انتهت . واستطيع أن أموت اليوم إذا رغبت بمجرد مجهود صغير .