The door could not be heard slamming; they had probably left it open, as is the custom in homes where a great misfortune has occurred.

What a fate: to be condemned to work for a firm where the slightest negligence at once gave rise to the gravest suspicion! Were all the employees nothing but a bunch of scoundrels, was there not among them one single loyal devoted man who, had he wasted only an hour or so of the firm's time in the morning, was so tormented by conscience as to be driven out of his mind and actually incapable of leaving his bed?

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.

I can't feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.

there is nothing bad to fear; once you have crossed that threshold, all is well. Another world, and you do not have to speak

The worries that are the burden of which the privileged person makes an excuse in dealing with the oppressed person are in fact the worries about preserving his privileged condition.

What am I doing here in this endless winter?