Those Men, Those Of Former Times, Had

Life Is A Slope. As Long As You're Going Up You're Always Looking Towards The Top And You Feel Happy, But When You Reach It, Suddenly You Can See The Road Going Downhill And Death At The End Of It All. It's Slow Going Up And Quick Going Down.

Whatever One Wishes To Say, There Is One Noun Only By Which To Express It, One Verb Only To Give It Life, One Adjective Only Which Will Describe It. One Must Search Until One Has Discovered Them, This Noun, This Verb, This Adjective, And Never Rest Content With Approximations, Never Resort To Trickery, However Happy, Or To Vulgarism, In Order To Dodge The Difficulty.

I Go To Bed, And I Wait For Sleep As A Man Might Wait For The Executioner. I Wait For Its Coming With Dread, And My Heart Beats And My Legs Tremble, While My Whole Body Shivers Beneath The Warmth Of The Bedclothes, Until The Moment When I Suddenly Fall Asleep, As A Man Throws Himself Into A Pool Of Stagnant Water In Order To Drown. I Do Not Feel This Perfidious Sleep Coming Over Me As I Used To, But A Sleep Which Is Close To Me And Watching Me, Which Is Going To Seize Me By The Head, To Close My Eyes And Annihilate Me.

To Avoid Each Other, Their Eyes Had Developed An Amazing Mobility With All The Cunning Of Enemies Fearful Of Meeting Each Other Head On.

I Told Myself 'everything Is A Being! The Shout That Passes Into The Air Is An Entity Like An Animal, Since It Is Born, Produces A Movement, And Is Again Transformed, In Order To Die. So The Fearful Mind That Believes In Incorporeal Beings Is Not Wrong. What Are They?