The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.
At a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.
The modern mind is in complete disarray. Knowledge has stretched itself to the point where neither the world nor our intelligence can find any foot-hold. It is a fact that we are suffering from nihilism.
Anyway, it was one of Maman's ideas, and she often repeated it, that after a while you could get used to anything.
I'd buy myself a cabin on the beach, I'd put some glue in my navel, and I'd stick a flag in there. Then I'd wait to see which way the wind was blowing.
Ah, mon cher, we are odd, wretched creatures, and if we merely look back over our lives, there's no lack of occasions to amaze and horrify ourselves. Just try.