Jean Paul Sartre (1905 - 1980)
Wait a minute, there's a snag somewhere; something disagreeable.
Why, now, should it be disagreeable?...Ah,I see; it's
life without a break. (Jean Paul Sartre - huis clos)
- I have replaced my earlier
notion of consciousness (although I still use the word a
lot),with what I call le vecu - lived experience.I
will try to describe in a moment what I mean with this term,which
is neither the preconscious,nor the unconscious,nor consciousness,but
the terrain in which the individual is perpetually overflowed
by himself and his riches and consciousness plays the trick
of determining itself by forgetfulness. (1969)
- A simple formula would be
to say that life taught me la force des choses
- the power of circumstances (1969)
- But the most striking feature
of the man,it seems to me,was the metaphysical anguish which
he endured so openly and modestly.Not a single day passed
without him being tempted to kill himself.But this suspended
death gave him a kind of charming and destructing irony
- his native intelligence,which was above all the art of
finding and establishing in his daily life,and even in his
perception, a lethal duet to which he submitted all the
objects of this world.(mallarme:the poetry of suicide)
- garcin: Wait a minute, there's
a snag somewhere; something disagreeable. Why, now, should
it be disagreeable? ...Ah, I see; it's life without a break.
valet: What are you talking about?
garcin: Your eyelids. We move ours up and down. Blinking,we
call it.It's like a small black shutter that clicks down
and makes a break. Everything goes black; one's eyes are
moistened. You can't imagine how restful,refreshing,it is.
Four thousand little rests per hour.Four thousand little
respites--just think!...So that's the idea. I'm to live
huis clos:Wait a minute, there's a snag somewhere; something
disagreeable. Why,now,should it be disagreeable? ...Ah,I
see; it's life without a break.(huis clos)
- Ma pensée, c'est
moi: voilà pourquoi je ne peux pas m'arrêter.
J'existe par ce que je pense... et je ne peux pas m'empêcher
de penser. En ce moment même - c'est affreux - si
j'existe, c'est parce que j'ai horreur d'exister.(la nausee)
- J'existe. C'est doux, si
doux, si lent. Et léger: on dirait que ça
tient en l'air tout seul. (la nausee)
- Estoy cansado de ser una
evaporación constante hacia un cielo vacío.
qu'on fait n'est jamais compris mais seulement loué ou blâmé.
Nietzsche, Gay Science