„Nothing happened to me, nothing happened to me. Nothing belonged to
me. The future no longer existed for me. If I had had to go on living
like that, nothing would have separated me from my death―nothing,
nothing! . . . To suffer boredom is to die. Mylife was dead, and yet
I had to live it. It was a suicide. Others kill themselves with poison
or a gun; I was killing myself with the minutes and the hours.
― Henri Barbusse, Hell
Nič sa mi neprihodilo, nič sa so mnou nestalo.Nič mi nepatrilo.
Budúcnosť ďalej nejestvovala pre mňa. Ak by som bol ďalej mal v
takomto život pokračovať by ma nič od smrti nedelilo―nič, nič!
…Trpieť od nudy znamená byť mŕtvy. Môj život bol mŕtvy, ale ja som
ho mal žiť. Bola to samovražda.Iní páchajú samovraždy jedmi a
zbraňami; ja som sa zabíjal minútami a hodinami.
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