Мягкий свет; люди сидят по домам, они, конечно, тоже зажгли лампы. Они читают или смотрят в окно на небо. Для них... для них все иначе. Они состарились по-другому. Они живут среди завещанного добра, среди подарков, и каждый предмет их обстановки - воспоминание. Каминные часы, медали, портреты, ракушки, пресс-папье, ширмы, шали. Их шкафы битком набиты бутылками, отрезами, старой одеждой, газетами - они сохранили все. Прошлое это роскошь собственника.
А где бы я стал хранить свое прошлое? Прошлое в карман не положишь, надо иметь дом, где его разместить. У меня есть только мое тело, одинокий человек со своим одиноким телом не может удержать воспоминания, они проходят сквозь него. Я не имею права жаловаться: я хотел одного - быть свободным.
I am, I am, I exist, I think therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think anymore.
Jean-Paul SartreYou exaggerate everything. You continually force the truth because you're always looking for something.
Jean-Paul SartreStichwörter: truth nausea jean-paul-sartre
Perhaps it was a passing moment of madness after all. There is no trace of it any more. My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them.
Jean-Paul SartreStichwörter: madness nausea jean-paul-sartre
Something has happened to me, I can't doubt it any more. It came as an illness does, not like an ordinary certainty, not like anything evident. It came cunningly, little by little; I felt a little strange, a little put out, that's all. Once established it never moved, it stayed quiet, and I was able to persuade myself that nothing was the matter with me, that it was a false alarm. And now, it's blossoming.
Jean-Paul SartreStichwörter: nausea jean-paul-sartre
It is an abstract change without object. Am I the one who has changed? (...) I must finally realize that I am subject to these sudden transformations. The thing is that I rarely think; a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place. This is what has given my life such a jerky, incoherent aspect.
Jean-Paul SartreStichwörter: nausea jean-paul-sartre
I don't even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing, I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up: I forget them almost immediately.
Jean-Paul SartreStichwörter: nausea jean-paul-sartre
My passion was dead. For years it had rolled over and submerged me; now I felt empty. But that wasn't the worst: before me, posed with a sort of indolence, was a voluminous, insipid idea. I did not see clearly what it was, but it sickened me so much I couldn't look at it.
Jean-Paul SartreStichwörter: passion nausea jean-paul-sartre
On meurt toujours trop tôt ― ou trop tard. Et cependant la vie est là, terminée: le trait est tiré, il faut faire la somme. Tu n'es rien d'autre que ta vie.
Jean-Paul SartreJe ne peux plus rien d'autre. Je ne les entends plus, tu sais. C'est sans doute qu'ils en ont fini avec moi. Fini: l'affaire est classée, je ne suis plus rien sur terre, même plus un lâche. Inès, nous voilà seuls: il n'y a plus que vous deux pour penser à moi. Elle ne compte pas. Mais toi, toi qui me hais, si tu me crois, tu me sauves.
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