There are very few large and many poor feelings in everyone's life.
Alone also with the horizon. The waves come from the invisible East, patiently, one by one; they reach us, and then, patiently, set off again for the unknown West, one by one. A long voyage, with no beginning and no end....
The subject of this essay is precisely this relationship between the absurd and suicide, the exact degree to which suicide is a solution to the absurd.
Asked to state his opinion of me, he said that I was all right and, when told to explain what he meant by that, he replied that everyone knew what that meant.
Tell me about yourselves and describe the sun to a miserable wretch who has no roots anywhere and who remains your faithful.
Style, like poplin, all too often conceals eczema.