One does not discover the absurd without being tempted to write a manual of happiness.

"What!---by such narrow ways--?"

There is but one world, however.

Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.

It would be a mistake to say that happiness necessarily springs from the absurd. Discovery. It happens as well that the felling of the absurd springs from happiness.

"I conclude that all is well," says Edipus, and that remark is sacred.

It echoes in the wild and limited universe of man. It teaches that all is not, has not been, exhausted.

It drives out of this world a god who had come into it with dissatisfaction and a preference for futile suffering.

It makes of fate a human matter, which must be settled among men.