True, everything is obvious around me, but as it were laid bare.

I have lost the secret which complicated life.

I no longer have the illusion which distorts and conceals, that fervor, that sort of blind and unreasoning bravery which tosses you from one hour to the next, and from day to day.
And yet I am just taking up life again where I left it.

I am upright, I am getting stronger and stronger.

I am not ending, but beginning.
I slept profoundly, all alone in our bed.
Next morning, I saw Crillon, planted in the living-room downstairs.