All that constituted the essential element of the primitive inscription machine the blocks of mobile, open, finite debts, the parcels of destiny finds itself taken into an immense machinery that renders the debt infinite and no longer forms anything but one and the same crushing fate: the aim now is to preclude pessimistically, once and for all, the prospect of a final discharge; the aim now is to make the glance recoil disconsolately from an iron impossibility.