http://thisisnthappiness.com/post/33900360798/have-a-nice-day-he-said-a-nice-day-how
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This morning over breakfast S. 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?”
Le blog de Jean-Paul Sartre
