The time of death
In Montmartre lived a poor man named Martin. He is pitiful because he can only live one day out of every two days. During the day of his existence, he could live as a normal person, but at midnight, he would suddenly disappear; Twenty-four hours later, he would resume his interrupted dream in his bed. This bothered him, for he had no memory of those vanished days, and he needed to be careful not to let the folly to get out.
