Abjection Is A Methodological Conversion, Like Cartesian

Life Is A Useless Passion.

I Do Not Feel That I Am The Product Of Chance, A Speck Of Dust In The Universe, But Someone Who Was Expected, Prepared, Prefigured. In Short, A Being Whom Only A Creator Could Put Here; And This Idea Of A Creating Hand Refers To God.

To Read A Poem In January Is As Lovely As To Go For A Walk In June

What I Lacked [in La Nausee] Was A Sense Of Reality. I Have Changed Since. I Have Slowly Learned To Experience Reality.

When She Is Alone In The Rooms I Hear Her Humming To Keep Herself From Thinking.