SO GOOD QUOTES

The eye of the despondent one stares constantly at the window, and his mind presents visitors to him. The door creaks, and he jumps up; he hears a voice, and peers through the window, and he does not go away from there, until, exhausted, he sits down. If the despondent one reads, then he yawns a great deal, and soon he sinks into sleep. He rubs his eyes, and stretches out his hands, and while his eyes wander from the book, he stares at the wall, then he turns away again, and reads a little, and when he leafs through [the book], he searches for the end of the exposition. He counts the pages, and determines the number of sheets, finds fault with the writing and the design and in the end he snaps the book shut. He lays his head on it, and falls into a not-too-deep sleep, and in the end hunger wakes up the soul again, and the soul [now renewed] attends to its own concerns.

Despondency
Gabriel Bunge