Jean-Paul Sartre. Nausea (№ 315898)

After a few seconds and sing a Black woman. It seems inevitable - so predefined this music: nothing can interrupt, nothing appeared from the time of the world collapsed; she stops herself, obeying the laws. That's what I love the most and this beautiful voice, not for his poletucha, not for its sadness, but for the fact that his appearance for so long has prepared many notes that have died in the name that he was born. I still restless: so little is needed that the plate had stopped, suddenly breaks the spring will zakapriznichal cousin Adolf. How strange, how pathetic that this rock is so fragile. Nothing has no power to interrupt it, and everyone can destroy it.