No. Period. All this is nonsense. And all these foolish emotions are only delirium, the result of last night’s poisoning. … Poisoning with what? With a sip of that green poison or with her? It matters little. I write all this merely in order to demonstrate how strangely the precise and sharp human reason may become confused. This reason, strong enough to make infinity which the ancients feared so much, understandable by means of. … The switch buzzes, “Number R-13 .” Well, I am even glad; alone I should. …
Twenty minutes later:
On the plane of this paper, in a world of two dimensions, these lines follow each other, but in another world they. … I am losing the sense for figures. … Twenty minutes! Perhaps two hundred or two hundred thousand! …