'i smile at seeeing him so lively,when his establishment empties,his head empties too.between two and four the café is deserted,and then Monsieur Fasquelle takes a few dazed steps,the waiters turn off the lights,and he slips into unconsciousness:when this man is alone,he falls asleep.'
Jean Paul Sartre,'Nausea'
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