He flushed.
"He told the truth; I am writing.

Only that's no matter." We were silent for a minute.

He suddenly smiled with the childlike smile I had noticed that morning.
"He invented that about heads himself out of a book, and told me first himself, and understands badly.

But I only seek the causes why men dare not kill themselves; that's all.

And it's all no matter." "How do you mean they don't dare?
Are there so few suicides ?" "Very few." "Do you really think so ?" He made no answer, got up, and began walking to and fro lost in thought.
"What is it restrains people from suicide, do you think ?" I asked.
He looked at me absent-mindedly, as though trying to remember what we were talking about.
"I...