Having no lead to follow, we were swept up by words, memories, manias, grudges, and solidarities. Having no goal to aim for, we wasted what little life there was in our thoughts on joining in with a pun, speaking ill of common acquaintances, avoiding unpleasant facts, riding hobbyhorses, pushing at open doors, making faces, and preening ourselves.

I think I possess because I do not try to give,
Trying to give, I see that I have nothing.

Con algo de dinero, se consigue sacar de la civilización las pocas satisfacciones fundamentales para el cuerpo. Lo demás, es camelo. Camelos, modelos y señuelos, en eso consiste toda nuestra vida, entre el diafragma y la tapa de los sesos. Mi Superior tenía razón: padezco una incurable necesidad de entender. No quiero morirme sin haber entendido por qué he vivido.