Nausea

Nausea — Sartre, Jean-Paul

“I am free: there is absolutely no more reason for living … this freedom is rather like death.” — James Wood, 2025-08-08

I marvel at these young people: drinking their coffee, they tell clear, plausible stories. If they are asked what they did yesterday, they aren’t embarrassed: they bring you up to date in a few words. If I were in their place, I’d fall over myself. — 2025-08-08

A man rarely feels like laughing alone: — 2025-08-08

Is that what awaits me then? For the first time I am disturbed at being alone. I would like to tell someone what is happening to me before it is too late and before I start frightening little boys. I wish Anny were here. — 2025-08-09

Three o’clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do. An odd moment in the afternoon. — 2025-08-09

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