Sisyphus, proletarian of the gods, powerless and rebellious, knows the whole extent of his wretched condition: it is what he thinks of during his descent. The lucidity that was to constitute his torture at the same time crowns his victory. There is no fate that can not be surmounted by scorn.
“Margaret on the Guillotine.” - The Smiths
“Life’s a bitch and then we die, / That’s why we get high … “