We talked and our words were only an empty sound; and from morning until evening we gave ourselves no rest.
In truth we are dead.
As tired
As a man who comes home drunk in the morning and goes to bed without undressing or taking off his boots.
At first the heart was silent,
And then, like a tom-cat that yowls very softly, it began to voice its lament.
The Second Watcher: Be still, heart! Be still, poor heart! What would you have?
The Fourth Watcher: And even now they come to extinguish us
As you quench a stinking lamp with a damp cloth.
The First Watcher: O night! O chasm of blackness!