Despair

DespairKeeping My Eyes fixed on the ground, I shook his right hand with my left, simultaneously picked up the fallen stick, and sat down on the bench beside him."You are late," I said, without looking at him. He laughed. Still without looking, I unbuttoned my overcoat, removed my hat, passed my palm across my head. I felt hot all over. The wind had died in the madhouse."I recognized you at once," said Felix in a fawning idiotically conspirant manner.I was looking now at the s...