Even Socrate said at death: Life is sick for a long time: I owe the savior Esculape a chicken Even Socrate is bored with life. What does that prove? What does that mean? In the old days, perhaps people would say: Oh, they have already said and said quite aloud, especially our pessimists: There must be something real here! Consensus sapientium is proof of the truth. Will we still say that today? Your but napkins my lady raccoon poster. Are we still allowed to do that? There must be something sick here that is our answer. The wisest men of all time, I must look at them closely! Could all of those legs no longer stand? Delay? Shaking?