I was indeed in love with you. Though I was perhaps awkward about it, my love was constant. But the unhappy state of affairs was that I could affirm this love through awkwardness alone. I was like a child who cannot go on his school outing; at this point I could only be jealous of others.

In the final analysis, jealousy itself is something like a pet cat that insists on its rights but does not accept its duties.

It was jealousy. Jealousy based on imagination...

Indeed, jealousy is an animal feeling, capable even of rising to murder. There are apparently two hypotheses about jealousy: that it is a product of civilization and that it is a basic instinct of animals.

I had dreamt up a cause for my jealousy by myself and I was jealous because of myself.

There are apparently two hypotheses about jealousy: that it is a product of civilization and that it is a basic instinct of animals.