Jean-Paul Sartre. The age of maturity (№ 436050)

That's how they see me. Daniel, Marcel, Brunet, Jacques: a man who wants to be free. He eats and drinks like everyone else, he is a civil servant, he is not involved in politics, he reads Evre and Populaire, which support the Popular Front, he has difficulties with money. But he wants to be free, the way philatelists want to buy a stamp collection. Freedom is a secret garden. His little collusion with himself. A person is lazy and cold, a little chimerical, but fundamentally very prudent, a person who secretly made for himself a banal but lasting happiness and occasionally justifies himself with lofty considerations. Am I not like that?