I have always looked upon myself as something of a

superman. I was of respectable but humble birth, and yet,

certain mornings, let me confess it humbly, I felt like

a king’s son, or a burning bush. It was not

a matter, mind you, of the certainty I had of

being more intelligent than everyone else. Besides, such certainty is

of no consequence because so many imbeciles share it. No,

as a result of being showered with blessings, I felt,

I hesitate to admit, marked out. Personally marked out, among

all, for that long and uninterrupted success, for noble achievements.


Paraphrases from the novel The Fall by Albert Camus.