Ann's words have a familiar ring, reminiscent of Sartre's Roquentin and also common among depressed people, who charac-teristically experience no future only loss. Their attention is restricted to a dim present while paradoxically shunning those parts of the present which might enliven them. Ann, however, was not typical. Though speaking the words of depression, she was also energetic. She spoke rapidly, almost catapulting into nextness,but every time she got there her experience was not new.Her sequences of moment-to-moment experience crowded each other into a congomerate present, like the pianist whose individual notes have no distinctiveness。