"Where was it I once read about someone condemned to death who, an hour before he's due to die, says or thinks that, if he were forced to live somewhere on a high cliff, on some narrow little ledge with room only for him, surrounded by nothing but precipices, the ocean, everlasting darkness, isolation and storms, and were forced to remain standing there in that tiny little space for all his life, for a thousand years, for ever, it would be better to live like that than to die? Just to live, to live, to be alive! It wouldn't matter how - just to live!..."