The Next Chapter
I’m in possession of notebooks written by my father, my grandfather, and my great-grandfather. When I lose my eyesight, I’ll ask someone to sit down at my side, be nice to me, nice, and read to me.
Will you read to me? At least one notebook. One, maybe two. As much as you’re able.
My Great-Grandfather’s Notebook, 1869
I’m sitting in a dark room on the terrace side. I have neither oil for my lamp, nor a wife. My sons and daughters, four sons and two daughters, have left, and will never more return to the big house on the lake. From all my inheritance, nothing is left me but this house, where I sit in the dark in the evenings, because I have no oil for the lamps. My wife I lost at cards, so she left me. For these reasons, I sit in a dark room and I think about the fact o
