All that really remained was a stubborn stoicism: and in that there was a certain pleasure. In the very experience of the nothingness of life, phase after phase, étape after étape , there was a certain grisly satisfaction. So that’s that ! Always this was the last utterance: home, love, marriage, Michaelis: So that’s that !⁠—And when one died, the last words to life would be: So that’s that !⁠—