What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
What kind of country is this where a woman can't weep her heart out on the highways and byways without being tormented by retired bill-brokers!
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.