Nausea (n.) is bred by the rabble — Not my hatred but my nausea fed hungrily on my life! Does life also require the rabble?
Nausea (n.) is the black snake in the shepherd's throat; bite off its head and you rise no longer human but transformed, laughing.
Nausea (n.) is where the suprahistorical thinker ends: reading every hieroglyph of history from within, he wearily avoids the endless stream of new signs.
Nausea (n.) after dinner threatens the most spiritual, who are hardest to nourish and, thrown into a noisy and plebeian age, may perish of hunger or, if they fall to, of sudden disgust at their food and their neighbors at the table.
Nausea (n.) over man, over the rabble, was always my greatest danger — and perhaps it was nausea itself that created wings for me.