Бракована людина

I creved desperately some great savege joy, no matter how immense the suffering that might ensue...

I felt pity and contempt for the self which until yesterday had accepted such hypothetical situations as eminently factual scientific truths and was teriffied by them.

What is society but an individual?

Most women have only to lay eyes on you to want to be doing something for you so badly they can't stand it...

...blown about and ripped by the dusty spring wind, it (the kite) nevertheless clung tenaciously to the wires, as if in affirmation of something.

..I...was the only one completely left out...

...it comes as a shock if by chance I notice in the street a face resembling someone I know however slightly, and I am at once seized by a shivering violent enoug to make me dizzy.

...the manner of speech of everybody in the world - held strange, elusive complexities, intricately presented with overtones of vagueness...

I yearned with such desperation for "freedom" that I became weak ans tearful.

The weak fear happiness itself.