" He sat on his bed in the darkness, crouched up, hugging his knees, and holding his breath from the strain of thought, he pondered.

But the more intensely he thought, the clearer it became to him that it was indubitably so, that in reality, looking upon life, he had forgotten one little fact--that death will come, and all ends; that nothing was even worth beginning, and that there was no helping it anyway.

Yes, it was awful, but it was so.

"But I am alive still.

Now what's to be done? what's to be done?" he said in despair.