"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player/ That struts and frets his hour upon the stage/ And then is heard no more. It is a tale/ Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,/ Signifying nothing." (Shakespeare. Macbeth. 5.5)

"Die späten Nächte fürcht ich/ lang und klar./ Verbittert such ich jetzt/ im Park, was war. [I fear the late nights,/ long and clear./ I search bitterly now/ in the part for what was.]" (Thomas Bernhard. Unter dem Eisen des Mondes [Under t…