The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.

“Of an apartment-building manager who had killed himself I was told he had lost …”

“Ce n'est pas qu'on soit mauvais homme, mais on perd la lumière.”

“Да, мне было больно от того, что я от тебя узнал. Но ты не должнагрустить потом…”

“But I fired four shots more into the inert body, on which they left no visible …”