| ...As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; |
for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars,
I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.
Finding it so much like myself; so like a brother, really,
I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again.
For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone,
I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators
the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.
- Albert Camus