It is strange to note the absolute irrationality of this duty that is often the inexhaustible and most potent fuel in the trajectory of great writers. When asked about the reason for so much effort and so much affliction, the answer of “I have to do it” does not seem sufficient, and even believable. An entire life, then, justified by something inexplicable… this is, no doubt, something apparently fragile; and yet, so it is.