<“It had started to me of same me, more definitively when it had to me lost in the bullicio of the events; the intensity of my own presence stunned to me and it gave me, in a miraculous privacy, the one of the others. Wings had grown me and, in ahead, I would surpass my narrow personal life, to fight, to accept the death so that the life conserves its sense seemed that grasping me to those rules, it dominated the darknesses of where raised the complaint of the men... Nevertheless no; those complaints transferred my bestiality, threw it down. I continued being not worried to me of a pile of things that people take in serious. In ahead the reality its weight weighed allâ€... (Simone de Beauvoir)>
