"You never quite flatly assert that it was not philosophy, but a physical experience, like seeing the moon illuminated by the light of day, suspended quietly in the morning sky. In what was the young Paul Arnheim dined in a luxury restaurant, was elegantly dressed in societies everywhere and did what needed to be done, but you could say to him that he was the same distance as the individual or object closest to the outside world no end to his skin and the inner world outside did not shine through the windows of the sun reflection, but both were confused and alone in an indivisible presence that was sweet, serene and high as a dreamless sleep. "
(Robert Musil, The Man Without Qualities , Einaudi, p. 437)
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