Book: Doctor Fischer of Geneva or the bomb dinner

But words can't describe happiness? To describe the experience of unhappiness is easy: I was unhappy, we say, because... We know that and it's cited all sorts of reasons, but happiness-like Islands far in the Pacific ocean, which, according to the stories of sailors come up from the mist where they never said no cartographer. Then the island disappears again for a generation, but no Navigator can't be sure that it existed only in the imagination of some long-dead sailor. I repeat myself again and again as I was happy in those days, but when I try to mentally find the cause of this happiness, I do not find anything tangible.