А теперь меня разбирал смех: метр пятьдесят три! Если бы я хотел поговорить с Блевинем, мне пришлось бы наклониться или согнуть колени. Теперь меня у… - Jean-Paul Sartre

Now I knew: things are entirely what they appear to be — and behind them . . . there is nothing. This

Something has happened to me, I can't doubt it anymore. It came as an illness does, not like an ordinary certainty, not like anything evident. It came cunningly, little by little; I felt a little strange, a little put out, that's all. Once established it never moved, it stayed quiet, and i was able to persuade myself that nothing was the matter with me, that it was a false alarm. And now, it's blossoming.

On meurt toujours trop tôt - ou trop tard. Et cependant la vie est là, terminée : le trait est tiré, il faut faire la somme. Tu n'es rien d'autre que ta vie.