There's no excuse to be bored. Sad yes. Angry yes. Depressed yes. Crazy yes. But there's no excuse for boredom ever.
Like most people I can be lazy so it's nice to have a goal or deadline or...
I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.
Suicide moreover was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?
