The End |
I have finished telling you my story. Marceline lies buried at El Kantara, in the sade of a private garden she used to like. What alarms me, i confess, is that I'm still quite young. sometimes it seem...
Posted by Michel on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Mareceline |
Sickness had entered Marceline, henceforth enhabited her, marked her, soiled her. She was a tainted thing. Thus i tried, and once again, to close my hand over my love. But what need I of calm happines...
Posted by Michel on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Menalque |
How lucky Menalque is...owning nothing! It is because I want to save things that I suffer. What does it all really matter?
Posted by Michel on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Home |
I returned home, for Marceline's sake, and soon afterwards began giving lectures. In my lectures I expressed my view that "Culture, born of life, ultimately kills life." For this I was criticized
Posted by Michel on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Happiness |
What would be the description of happiness? Noting, except what prepares and then what destroys it, can be told.--and now I have told you all that had prepared it.
Posted by Michel on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
My Studies |
We proceeded from Tunis to Malta, then to Syracuse...When, in Syracuse and later on , I tried to resume my studies, to immerse myself once more in the detailed inspection of the past, i found that som...
Posted by Michel on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Last Night |
Today we are leaving Biskra, but i will always remember last night. I wanted to mark that night, to impose its memory on my mind, to hold it fast; uncertain what to do, I picked up a book from my desk...
Posted by Michel on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Moktir |
I am almost completely well again. This morning i had a curious revelation about myself: Moktir, the only one of my wife's prteges who didn't annoy me was alone in my room with me. I was standing near...
Posted by Michel on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
I am feeling better |
It seems to me that until this moment i had felt so little by virtue of thinking so much that i am astonished by a discovery: sensation is becoming as powerful as thoughts. I say: it seems to me; for ...
Posted by Michel on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
God |
This morning, Marceline went to Mass, and told me upon her return that she had prayed for me. I looked into her eyes, and then, with as much gentleness as I could muster: "You shouldn't have prayed fo...
Posted by Michel on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
