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In the novel Nausea, Antoine Roquentin feels that
something has changed in the way he sees objects, but he doesn’t understand why.
He remembered that he felt weird when he was holding a stone, but he was not
sure if the feeling came from himself or the stone. He recalled the strange moment
as “nausea to the hands”. Roquentin thought that the weird feeling towards objects
and people only happened when he was alone or walking in the street, but this
time, he also felt the feeling when he was in a café. He also felt the Nausea because
of a blue cotton shirt which stands out joyfully against a chocolate-colored
wall. Roquentin also felt the nausea when he looked at the bartender’s purple suspenders,
which he thinks sometimes appear blue. He then realizes that the suspenders
were never purple, and that color is something that doesn’t really exist. He requests
the barmaid in the café to play his favorite song called “Some of these days”
to help calm him down. When the song started to play, it successfully made the
Nausea go away, he writes that the melody of the song crushes the time of the
real world, making him feel in the music. Roquentin also felt more comfortable in
the dark, because he thinks that the Nausea occurs in the light. When in a café,
he got disgusted at the behavior of the people around him, which he describes
as robot-like, because he thinks that the people are trying to hide their
existence from themselves. He then understands what was causing the Nausea: his
fear of existence. Things just exist and anything he touches no longer has any
essence. He described that the Nausea was a result of colors, tastes, and
smells that are not real. He finally understood what was causing the Nausea
when he encounters the root of a chestnut tree. He finds that the
root’s physical characteristics mask the root’s actual existence. The cause
of Roquentin’s Nausea was because of Satre’s belief of “existence precedes
essence.” Anything used to describe an object is not only irregular but does
not really exist.



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