"Ι'm somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me. Soon, millions of people will see me and they'll all like me. I'll tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. Remember? It's a reason to get up in the morning. It's a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It's a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow all right. What have I got Harry, hm? Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I'm alone. Your father's gone, you're gone. I got no one to care for. What have I got, Harry? I'm lonely. I'm old."
(Έχω στο μυαλό μου βίσωνες κι αγγέλους, το μυστικό των ανθεκτικών χρωματικών ουσιών, τα προφητικά σονέτα, το άσυλο της τέχνης.
Κι αυτή είναι η μοναδική αθανασία που εσύ κι εγώ, ίσως μοιραζόμαστε.)
Αναγνώστες
To know is like a hunger: it destroys peace.
— Louise Glück
The urge to write contained a refusal to live.
— Jean-Paul Sartre
You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life.
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