If only he had some philosophical talent, X tells me. Then he might be able to explain his feelings, then he might not need to talk to me. If only you’d answer, he says. How am I supposed to get any philosophical talent if you don’t answer my questions? It’s because you know you’d only explain what I already feel, isn’t that why? So why don’t you say something if it’s so easy, he says. He would have been happier if he hadn’t taken up with me, that much is clear, he says. If you’re not a thinker you shouldn’t think, that much is clear too. He tries not to, he says. He has no system, no philosophy, all he does is wait for my answers, so why don’t you answer, he says.
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Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
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