I long to be free-desperately free. Free as the stillborn are free.

Unlike Job, I have not cursed the day I was born; all the other days, on the contrary, I have covered with my anathemas...

Where are my sensations? They have melted into... me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?

To have committed every crime but that of being a father.