إن أخرست الحقيقة ودفنتها تحت الأرض فسوف تَنْمو وتُنبِت - Émile Zola

Quando non c’è più speranza nel futuro, il presente si colora di una spaventosa amarezza.

Boredom was at the root of Lazare’s unhappiness, an oppressive, unremitting boredom, exuding from everything like the muddy water of a poisoned spring. He was bored with leisure, with work, with himself even more than with others. Meanwhile he blamed his own idleness for it, he ended by being ashamed of it.

The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.