– “…but I know there is something else. Almost nothing. But I can’t explain what I see. To anyone. There: I am quietly slipping into the water’s depths, towards fear. I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices…”

– “…is that what awaits me then? For the first time I am disturbed at Being alone. I would like to tell someone what is happening to me before it is too late and before I start frightening little boys. I wish (she) were here…”

“…What I see is…on the fringe of the vegetable world, at the level of jellyfish. It is alive, I can’t say it isn’t; but this was not the life that (she) 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…”

“People who live in society have learned how to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends. I have no friends. Is that why my flesh is so naked? You might say – yes you might say, nature without humanity…

“I turn my back on her. After all, she is lucky. I have been much too calm these past three years. I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity. I leave.”

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