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I pass so close to her that I could touch her. Its... but how can I believe that this burning flesh, this face shining with sorrow? ... and yet I recognize the scarf, the coat and the large wine-coloured birthmark on the right hand; it is Lucie, the char-woman. I dare not offer her my support, but she must be able to call for it if need be... Her eyes stare at me but she seems not to see me... Yes, its Lucie. But transfigured, beside herself, suffering with a frenzied generosity. I envy her. There she is, standing straight, holding our her arms as if awaiting the stigmata; she opens her mouth, she is suffocating. I feel as though the walls have grown higher, on each side of the street, that they have come closer together, that she is at the bottom of a well. I wait a few moments: I am afraid she will fall: she is too sickly to stand this unwonted sorrow. But she does not move, she seems turned to stone, like everything around her. One moment I wonder if I have not been mistaken about her, if this is not her true nature which has suddenly been revealed to me. (Nausea, 1964. Jean-Paul Sartre)
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 16:30:01 +0000

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