I write to close my eyes.
No, I didn't imagine my being alone with you the way you do. If I want the impossible, I want it in its entirety. Entirely alone, dearest, I wanted us to be entirely alone on this earth, entirely alone under the sky, and to lead my life, my life that is yours, without distraction and with complete concentration, in you.
He looked sadly down at the street, as though it were his own bottomless sadness.
The only thing I can do now, he said to himself, and his thought was confirmed by the equal length of his own steps with the steps of the two others, the only thing I can.
If he stayed at home and carried on with his normal life he would be a thousand times superior to these people and could get any of them out of his way just with a kick.
And yet the fear!