Wednesday, 22 July, 1959: 10:50 A.M.
This morning over breakfast S. [short for Simone]. asked me why I looked so glum.
“Because,” I said, “everything that exists is born for no reason, carries on living through weakness, and dies by accident.”
“Jesus,” S. said. “Aren’t you ever off the clock?”
Thursday, 16 July, 1959: 7:45 P.M.
When S. returned this afternoon I asked her where she had been, and she said she had been in the street.
“Perhaps,” I said, “that explains why you look ‘rue’-ful.”
Her blank stare only reinforced for me the futility of existence.
Sartre, Heidegger, Nietzsche: Three Philosophers in Three Hours (BBC documentaries)