If only I could get rid of you, X tells me, just wipe you off my mind forever, then I could go straight to the source, the source of life! Then I could drink from a nourishing spring instead of a poisonous one. Isn’t that what you’re thirsting for too, he says, the spring of life?
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.
Notes for a fragmentary novel entitled The Moment, linked at the top of the page.
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