He was one of those men who are perpetually surprised at being in possession of a name, just as one marvels, in passing before a mirror, at possessing a face, and that it should be precisely the face that it is.
Marguerite Yourcenar, The Abyss (Tr. Grace Frick)
"The crowd in the car was so dense, it pressed me against the doors. I had a claustrophobic attack, with the wide open Bahnhofstrasse gliding behind me. That horrendous crush, and my uncontrollable panic, compelled me to reflect for the first time on the concept of space."