I go out. Why? Well,because I have no reason not to go out either.
It is alive, I can't say it isn't; but this was not the life that Anny contemplated: I see a slight tremor, I see the insipid flesh blossoming and palpitating with abandon. The eyes especially are horrible seen so close. They are glassy, soft, blind, red-rimmed, they look like fish scales.
We have to deal with human reality as a being which is what it is not and which is not what it is.
This then is the age of reason.
Even if she loved him with all her heart, it would still be the love of a dead woman.
Hell is—other people!