Dreams and Nightmares

I remember that as I sat and reflected, I turned all these new questions that swarmed one after another quite the other way. For instance, a strange reflection suddenly occurred to me: if I had lived before on the moon or on Mars, and there had committed the most disgraceful and dishonorable action... Should I feel shame for that action or not? These were idle and superfluous questions, for the revolver was already lying before me,. But they excited me and I raged, I could not die now without having first settled something. In short, the child had saved me, for I put off my pistol shot for the sake of these questions. At that point I suddenly fell asleep in