The story of M. De Bocquande’s grandfather. At school he is accused of an impropriety. He denies it. Locked up for three days. He denies it. “I cannot confess a wrong I didn’t do.” The father is informed. He gives his son three days to confess. Otherwise he will be a cabin boy (the family is rich). Locked up for three days. He comes out. “I cannot confess what I haven’t done.” The father, inflexible, sends him to sea as a cabin boy. The child grows up, spends his life at sea, becomes a captain. The father dies. He grows old. And on his death bed: “It was not I.”

—Albert Camus, Notebooks