Book: Hunger

Everything was immersed in darkness, there was silence, complete silence. Only in the height of the sounded air eternal song of the elements, the distant, toneless humming which is never silent. I've been listening to this endless, dreary sound that I became uncomfortable; after all, it was the music of wandering worlds, the music of the stars...

In the underworld tossed and turned vicious and tore his hair, because for so long I didn't commit a mortal sin, which the Lord justly cast me into hell...

The farther I went, the happier I became thinking that I overcame this strong temptation. I was thinking about what had remained an honest man, I have a strong will that I, like a shining beacon, towering over the murky human sea, where floating debris of shipwrecks, and it has performed me proud.

The way of happiness often inscrutable.

I began to convince myself that, if I now got food, my head again would upset, I would have to deal with that same fever in the mind, with the influx of crazy fantasies. I was eating brought me harm; it was my strangeness, my special property.

Gradually took hold of me a strange feeling that I'm somewhere far from here, I was born a vague feeling that I am not, and someone else goes on these stone slabs, with downcast head.

Autumn came, beautiful, cool time for all color changes, fades.

I decayed from the inside, I was growing some black mold. And there sat God and were not keeping an eye on me, saw to it that my death has come on all the rules, slowly, gradually and inexorably.