The Pleasures and Servitudes
of Living Together
It is not what is criminal that is hardest to say,
it is what is ridiculous and shameful.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAU, The Confessions
So they were both there, happy, useless…, depend-
ing on each other like supply and demand…. Now
what should be done with their victory? Except for
the time when they were washing themselves (and
the special rambling of dreams), they no longer ex-
perienced solitude. Between them, there was nothing
fortuitous, touchy, enchanted. They belonged to each
other in the harshest light: that of happiness.
PAUL MORAND, Lewis et Irène
I don’t always think about those I love, but I claim
that I love them even when I am not thinking about
them, and I would be capable of compromising my
peace of mind in the name of an abstract feeling, in
the absence of any real, instantaneous emotion.
JEAN-PAUL SARTRE, Situations I