“Happiness⁠ ⁠… well?⁠ ⁠… Desires are tortures, are they not? It is clear therefore, that happiness is where there are no longer any desires, not a single desire any more. What an error, what an absurd prejudice it was, that formerly we would mark happiness with the sign ‘plus’! No, absolute happiness must be marked ‘minus,’⁠—divine minus!”

I remember I stammered unintelligibly:

“Absolute zero!⁠—minus 273° C .”

“Minus 273°⁠—exactly! A somewhat cool temperature. But does it not prove that we are at the summit?”

As before she seemed somehow to speak for me and through me, developing to the end my own thoughts. But there was something so morbid in her tone that I could not refrain⁠ ⁠… with an effort I drew out a “No.”

“No,” I said. “You, you are mocking.⁠ ⁠…”