Yet over and over I am haunted by one fear" He hesitated for a moment, then plunged ahead. "Despite my bravado about being the posthumous philosopher, despite my certitude that my day will come, despite even my knowledge of eternal return-I am haunted by the thought of dying alone. Do you know what it's like to know that when you die, your body may not be discovered for days or weeks, not until the aroma beckons some stranger? I try to soothe myself. Often, in my deepest isolation, I speak to myself. Yet not too loudly, for I fear my own hollow echo. The one, the only one, who filled this hollowness was Lou Salomé."