Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.

All this business of a labour to accomplish, before I can end, of words to say, a truth to recover, in order to say it, before I can end, of an imposed task, o…

At no moment do I know what I'm talking about, nor of whom, nor of where, nor how, nor why, but I could employ fifty wretches for this sinister operation and s…

I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.

When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves, or figments of their imagination-indeed, everything and anything except me.

You know nothing at all about men like me

I had discovered that a person does not have to be this or be that or be anything, not even oneself. One is free. [citation needed]