QUOTE : I have all this empty time in front of me. Tonight and tomorrow and the week after and the next month and all down through the years as I never marry and become a dried-up woman. Evenings spent folding paper. Days cleaning someone else's house. Free afternoons spent shopping a bit, stopping in tea shops because my feet hurt. That is what lives <i>are,</i> aren't they? Attempts to fill our time with activity designed to prevent us from realizing that there <i>is</i> no meaning?