Nausea – Jean Paul Sartre

pg. 34

“To speak frankly, I would also like something unexpected to happen to me, something new, adventures.”

He has lowered his voice and his face has taken on a roguish look.

“What sort of adventures?” I ask him, astonished.

“All sorts, Monsieur. Getting on the wrong train. Stopping in an unknown city. Losing your briefcase, being arrested by mistake, spending the night in prison. Monsieur, I believed the word adventure could be defined: an event out of the ordinary without being necessarily extraordinary. People speak of the magic of adventures.”


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