) "But after all, while she was in the house, I kept myself in hand.

And the worst of it all is that she's already...it seems as if ill-luck would have it so! Oh, oh! But what, what is to be done?" There was no solution, but that universal solution which life gives to all questions, even the most complex and insoluble.

That answer is: one must live in the needs of the day--that is, forget oneself.

To forget himself in sleep was impossible now, at least till nighttime; he could not go back now to the music sung by the decanter-women; so he must forget himself in the dream of daily life.