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“And nothing else. just a book bound in yellowish, ivory-colored leather with an old flowered design on the endpaper: on its pages, I would have written. I would have written a lot, for I would have had many thoughts, and memories of many people.”

Real

“Let not even one of the clearly-struck hammers of my heart fail to sound because of a slack, a doubtful, ot a broken string. Let my joyfully streaming face make me more radiant; let my hidden weeping arise and blossom. How dear you will be to me then, you nights of anguish.”

“How we squander our hours of pain.
How we gaze beyond them into the bitter duration to see if they have an end.”

phenomenal!

Dziecko spało, miało otwarte usta, oddychało jodoformem, tłuszczem pommes frites, strachem. Na to nie ma rady. Cała rzecz w tym, żeby żyć. W tym cała rzecz.