"Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up: I forget them almost immediately."
“…This feeling of adventure definitely does not come from events: I have proved it. It’s rather the way in which the moments are linked together. I think this is what happens: you suddenly feel that time is passing, that each instant leads to another, this and that it isn’t worth while to hold it back, etc., etc. And then you attribute this property to events which appear to you in the instant; what belongs to the form you carry over to the content. You talk a lot about this amazing flow of time but you hardly see it. you see a woman, you think that one day she’ll be old, only you don’t see her grow old. But there are moments when you think you see her grown old and you feel yourself growing old with her: this is the feeling of adventure…” Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
“…When I found myself on the Boulevard de la Redoute again nothing was left but bitter regret. I said to myself: Perhaps there is nothing in the world I cling to as much as this feeling of adventure; but it comes when it pleases; it is gone so quickly and how empty I am once it has left. Does it, ironically, pay me these short visits in order to show me that I have wasted my life?…” Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea p 56
