Le présent serait plein de tous les avenirs, si le passé n'y projetait déjà une histoire. - André Gide

I was still filled as before with an evil curiosity. There was a mystery about the existence of each one of them. I always felt that a part of their lives was concealed. What did they do when I was not there? I refused to believe that they had not better ways of amusing themselves. And I credited each of them with a secret which I pertinaciously tried to discover.

اليرقة التي تبحث عن معرفة ذاتها لن تتحول أبدا إلى فراشة.

"Oh," I thought, "without a doubt, everything in my life is falling to pieces. Nothing that my hand grasps can my hand hold."