"Toward evening I decided to write to Bouxx. This temptation to write was dangerous, and no one knew that better than me. But the hours were so long, so dead, that I couldn't be satisfied just jotting an account: that could all be summed up in a single sentence, which was always the same and never su"
"I went down the hall. Coming into my place, I turned the lights on in all the rooms. I'd have liked to write a report on the day, and, moreover, on my whole life -- a report, by that I mean a simple diary. That everyone was equally faithful to the law -- ah, that idea intoxicated me. Everyone seemed"