many things

"And yet he is no genius; I have tried in vain to spy out in him the incommensurability of the genius. He smokes his pipe in the evening; to see him you would swear it was the cheesemonger opposite vegetating in the dusk. Carefree as a devil-may-care-good-for-nothing, he hasn't a worry in the world, and yet he purchases every moment he lives, 'redeeming the seasonable time' at the dearest price; not the least thing does he do except on the strength of the absurd....this man has made and is at every moment making the movement of infinity. He drains in infinite resignation the deep sorrow of existence...."