Then I realized what separated us: what I thought about him could not reach him; it was psychology, the kind they write about in books. But his judgm… - Jean-Paul Sartre

his judgment went through me like a sword and questioned my very right to exist. And it was true, I had always realized it; I hadn't the right to exist.

Un homme s’engage dans sa vie, dessine sa figure, et en dehors de cette figure, il n’y a rien. Évidemment, cette pensée peut paraître dure à quelqu’un qui n’a pas réussi sa vie. Mais d’autre part, elle dispose les gens à comprendre que seule compte la réalité, que les rêves, les attentes, les espoirs permettent seulement de définir un homme comme rêvé déçu , comme espoir avorté, comme attente inutile.

M. de Rollebon was my partner; he needed me in order to exist and I needed him so as not to feel my existence. I furnished the raw material, the material I has to re-sell, which I didn't know what to do with: existence, *my* existence. His part was to have an imposing appearance. He stood in front of me, took up my life to lay bare his own to me. I did not notice that I existed any more, I no longer existed in myself, but in him; I ate for him, breathed for him, each of my movements had its sense outside, there, just in front of me, in him; I no longer saw my hand writing letters on the paper, not even the sentence i had written-but behind, beyond the paper, I saw the Marquis who has claimed the gesture as his own, the gesture which prolonged, consolidated his existence. I was only a means of making him live, he was my reason for living, he had delivered me from myself.

His business is here, it is here that he is despised and vilified, it is here that he must carry out his undertaking