Eating the potion of hope he used to take after every new fact he knows, he realizes what Sioran meant.
Every new reality robs us part of hope as a tax to be exposed.
His friend who knows nothing but to laugh is justified by the fact that laughter is a necessary activity to forget as it is a simple superficial activity that does not require a deep understanding, always echoed the cynical phrase (which expresses how much he admired the poem of Baudelaire) with sleepy eyes (no doubt of the excessive alcohol he is eating) and a little smile that hardly shows the gmate "to laugh or to get hurt," in both cases we must always be "... He told him you should not continue to do so, hope doses are about to finish, you continue to accumulate those facts in your sleeve and pay for them pain and hope.. You gotta go, buddy, It's got to be.
His friend answered.. You still don't understand that my curse is that I'm in love with fact-finding, we always feel the need to fill the paper in our vision. Those jokes and sarcastic phrases, you coexist with this reality with the lightness of an object that is unbearable while I optimize the embodiment of the weight....