Literature: "The Fall" by Albert Camus

I was at ease in everything to be sure, but at the same time satisfied with nothing. Each joy made me desire another. I went from festivity to festivity. On occasion I danced for nights on end, ever madder about people and life. At times, late on those nights when dancing, the slight intoxication, my wild enthusiasm, everyone's violent unrestraint would fill me with a tired and overwhelmed rapture, it would seem to me - that at last I understood the secret of creatures of the world. But my fatigue would disappear the next day, and with it the secret ... Because I longed for eternal life, I went to bed with harlots and drank for nights on end.