In everything that pleases one and makes one happy -- one's amusements, one's theater, one's moving pictures, golf, polo, and tennis -- it seems that it amuses one to be in a puzzle and not to know where one is going. It seems that one only desires to fill up one's time and one does not know where one is going or what one is doing. And what a person calls pleasure is that moment when he or she is more intoxicated with the activity of life.