O how complete I was, nothing calling, nothing that divulged me; my stillness was like a stone’s over which the brook makes its murmuring. But now in these spring weeks something has slowly broken me off from the dark unconscious year. Something has given my poor warm life into the hand of someone random who… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
“I am free,” he said suddenly. And his joy changed, on the spot, to a crushing sense of anguish. — Jean-Paul Sartre, The Reprieve: A Novel. (Vintage; Reprint edition, July 7, 1992) Originally publiswhed 1945.