« On that particular Tuesday, I woke up at the soulless and graceless hour where night ends while dawn hasn't yet been born. Awaken with a start, I wanted to rush into a cab and race to the train station, I felt like I had to leave, but at the last minute I painfully understood there was no train in the station for me, that no time had come. »
Witold Gombrowicz, Ferdydurke
