[...] '[...] One works so feverishly at the office that afterwards one is too tired even to enjoy one's holidays properly. But even all that work does not give one a claim to be treated lovingly by everyone; on the contrary, one is alone, a total stranger and only an object of curiosity. And as long as you say "one" instead of "I", there's nothing in it and one can easily tell the story; but as soon as you admit to yourself that it is yourself, you feel as though transfixed and are horrified.'