Something begins in order to end: an adventure doesn't let itself be extended it achieves significance only through its death. - Jean-Paul Sartre

How far away from them I feel, up on this hill. It seems to me that I belong to another species.

Perhaps it was a passing moment of madness after all. There is no trace of it any more. My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them.

"What men have in common is not a "nature" but a condition, that is, an ensemble of limits and restrictions: the inevitability of death, the necessity of working for a living, of living in a world already inhabited by other men."