[...] Who knows, this man--thinking of housemaid affairs while walking beside me, his mouth steaming with cold--might be capable of bestowing on me in the eyes of the world a value without my having to work for it. [...]

'[...] sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.'

And now the evening sun's slanting rays broke forth from behind the rims of the great cloud and illuminated the hills and mountains as far as the eye could see, while the river and the region beneath the cloud lay in an uncertain light.

If people must build such huge squares from sheer wantonness, why don't they build a balustrade across them as well?

And have they a highly popular panopticon there containing nothing but trees

'[...] People who live alone have no responsibility in the evenings. One fears a number of things--that one's body could vanish, that human beings may really be what they appear to be at twilight, that one might not be allowed to walk without a stick, that it might be a good idea to go to church and pray at the top of one's voice in order to be looked at and acquire a body.'