No more, says W. No more. He's passing through a dead zone, he says, as you are beginning to find in the oceans: blank regions where there is no life. There's no life in him! It's all over!
W.'s despairs are like magnetic fields, he says, like great clouds in the air through which he passes. They have nothing to do with his inner states at all. It's not a matter of emotion. His despairs, W. says, are not even his.
Why does he always feel he's falling? Why does he feel that nothing is real?
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