So you sometimes feel strongly sickened by life.

Could you imagine a more dignified exit for you than suicide ?

This way you would throw your last scornful spit on this rotten world...

The Nun of Hell is walking before you. She took you through corridors, stairs and narrow passageways to a suspension bridge. A pitch-black bottomless empty space, breathtaking like sea abysses, rocks the frail footbridge with mute immobility.

You get on it. The boards creak under your feet ; you grab hold onto the ramp cords.
At the other end the door looks awfully small ; there must be something like 60 yards ...

Halfway on the bridge the Nun suddenly stops. She turns over towards you. Her eyes are burning with rage.

" But if you don't want to owe anything to anyone, if this world isn't yours, why would you throw it a stone ?

" Suicide is an unacceptable indictment of society. It's like laying the fault for your desperate action at its door.

" Even without a good-bye letter the one who commit suicide always seems to designate somebody else but himself to explain his act. Implicitly, he charges the community or the "system", which didn't understand him well enough.

" This would be making a great deal of a world that you didn't care about !

" If you had the slightest bit of pride, you would never like such a mistake to occur on your account ; only you would be to blame if you happen to put an end to your life. And as you're not sure that there will be no misundertanding of your reasons if you ever come to this, you shouldn't even talk about doing it. "

Astonished, you listen to the temptress preaching. Then, once her sermon is over, she walks away and disappears through the doorway.