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She knew if she had friends they would tell her she was being crazy, they would tell her to stop. But stop doing what? She also knew that when you said that, stop doing what, you were doing something you needed to
stop doing.

“Did you ever have encyclopedias?” Sophie turns from the angels
and asks Mel and Anna and Boris. “I did. Two sets. For thirteen days
each.”

iba a continuar con lectura relajante de antes de dormir y a las 10 páginas el autor describe al protagonista haciendo exactamente hasta el más mínimo detalle el mismo ritual de toc que yo vete a tomar por el culo fhdhdhd

Been looking forward to this one. Finally arrived.

“Canadian podcasters with precious art. There are worse neigh-
bors to have.”
“No,” Baruch said. “Neighbors like these are the worst kind.”

I>...although this wasn’t what Arendt had meant when she coined “the banality of evil,” Jacob was, in fact, alarmed by a powerful man who was fussy about his [Birkenstock] sandals.

“Jacob,” she said, “how did I find myself in a Dostoevsky novel?”

... a painting occurred at the intersection of different gazes, or converging intimacies. The tensions, the energy, the sensuality of a work caught like a message on an electric wire, between who was seeing whom and how...

Near the end of her life, Akhmatova had written directly about
meeting Modi[Gliani], We both did not understand one important thing: everything that happened was for both of us a prehistory of our future lives: his very short one, my very long one. The breathing of art still had not charred or transformed the two existences; this must have been the light, radiant hour before dawn.