I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating. - Jean-Paul Sartre

The recruit who reports for active duty at the beginning of the war can in some instances be afraid of death, but more often he is 'afraid of being afraid'; that is, he is filled with anguish before himself.

He is dead, and my hatred has died with him.

There are also amateurs. These are secretaries, office workers, shopkeepers, people who listen to others in cafes: around forty they feel swollen, with an experience they can't get rid of. Luckily they've made children on whom they can pass it off. They would like to make us believe that their
past is not lost, that their memories are condensed, gently transformed into Wisdom.