My latest physician is a little hunchbacked man who I am dragging down into the abyssof pessimism. He sees me as an ’interesting case of depression.’ He says he is a psychologist and wants to help me in that way. He keeps me for an hour and a half every time. We sit there fencing with words and keeping a watchful eye on one another. One day when I was very tired, I said, ‘Everything is futile. 'Yes, that’s true,’ he said. But then he realized that was not the right way to treat a 'depression’, so he gave me a piercing look and said one had to look at life with a sense of humour.