“After all, as we are to die together⁠ ⁠… and I am just as eager as you⁠ ⁠… yes, I have had enough of this life, you know.⁠ ⁠… Wait, don’t move, I will release you.⁠ ⁠… You have only one word to say: ‘ No! ’ And it will at once be over with everybody !⁠ ⁠… You are right, you are right; why wait till eleven o’clock tomorrow evening? True, it would have been grander, finer.⁠ ⁠… But that is childish nonsense.⁠ ⁠… We should only think of ourselves in this life, of our own death⁠ ⁠… the rest doesn’t matter.⁠ ⁠… You’re looking at me because I am all wet? ⁠ ⁠… Oh, my dear, it’s raining cats and dogs outside!⁠ ⁠… Apart from that, Christine, I think I am subject to hallucinations.⁠ ⁠… You know, the man who rang at the siren’s door just now⁠—go and look if he’s ringing at the bottom of the lake-well, he was rather like.⁠ ⁠… There, turn round⁠ ⁠… are you glad? You’re free now.⁠ ⁠… Oh, my poor Christine, look at your wrists: tell me, have I hurt them?⁠ ⁠… That alone deserves death.⁠ ⁠… Talking of death, I must sing his requiem !”