The Diary of a Superfluous Man and Other Stories

That night I went home to my lodgings in a state of perfect ecstasy. I felt supremely happy, and was already making all sorts of plans in my head. If someone had whispered in my ear then: 'You're raving, my dear chap. That's not a bit what's in store for you. What's in store for you is to die all alone, in a wretched little cottage'.