“So much the better for us. At twelve, day-after-tomorrow!”

I walked alone in the dusky street. The wind was whirling, carrying, driving me like a piece of paper; fragments of the leaden sky were soaring, soaring⁠—they had to soar through the infinite for another day or two.⁠ ⁠…

Unifs of Numbers were brushing my sides⁠—yet I was walking alone. It was clear to me that all were saved but that there was no salvation for me. For I do not want salvation.⁠ ⁠…