H.M.: "Everything that belongs to the past seems to have fallen into the sea; I have memories, but images have lost their vividness, they seem dead and desultory... If I try to recall my life in New York I get a few splintered fragments, nightmarish and covered with verdigris. It seems as if my own proper existence had come to an end somewhere, just where exactly I can't make out. I'm not an American anymore, nor a New Yorker, and even less a Europian, or a Pasirian. I haven't any Allegiance, any responsibilities, any hatreds, any worries, any prejudices, any passion. I'm neither for nor against. I'm a neutral.