"Nausea"

By: Jean - Paul Sartre

"…I suddenly understood : the cloak! I wanted to stop it. It would have been enough to cough or open the gate. But in my turn I was fascinated by the little girl's face. Her features were drown with fear and her heart must have been beating horribly: yet I could also read something powerful and wicked on that rat like face. It was not curiosity but rather a sort of assured expectation. I feel impotent: I was outside, om the edge of the park, on the of their little drama: but they were riveted one to the other by the obscure power of their desires, they made a pear together. I held my breath, I wanted to see what expression would come on that elfish face when the man, behind my back, would spread out the folds of his cloak. But suddenly freed, the little girl shook her head and began to run. The man in the cloak had seen me: that was what stopped him..."

Jean-Paul Sartre

Jean-Paul Sartre