My ego, may be, is even more burdensome and more odious to me, than his to him.
He has found wherein to forget himself ... but I, too, find the same, though not so continuously.
He does not lie ... but neither do I lie.
November 1879.
WE WILL STILL FIGHT ON
What an insignificant trifle may sometimes transform the whole man!
Full of melancholy thought, I walked one day along the highroad.
My heart was oppressed by a weight of gloomy apprehension; I was overwhelmed by dejection. I raised my head.... Before me, between two rows of tall poplars, the road darted like an arrow into the distance.