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„I pick up another egg in the kitchen, I break its shell and shape. And from this precise moment there was never an egg. It is absolutely essential that I be a busy and distracted person. I am necessarily one of those people who refuse. I belong to that Masonic society of those who once saw the egg and refused it as a way to protect it. We are the ones who abstain from destroying, and by doing so are consumed…“
— Sep 05, 2026 11:35PM
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Adri Woehler
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„How did I never realize I'm a beggar too? I've never asked for spare change but I beg for the love of my husband who has two mistresses, I beg for God's sake for people to think I'm pretty, cheerful and acceptable, and my soul's clothing is in tatters.?“
— Sep 20, 2026 10:05PM
Adri Woehler
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„Now she understood why she'd married the first time and was auctioned off: who'll bid higher? who'll bid higher? Sold, then. Yes, she'd married the first time to the man who 'bid the highest,' she accepted him because he was rich and slightly above her social class. She had sold herself…
— Sep 20, 2026 10:02PM
Adri Woehler
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„Her head was full of parties, parties, parties. Celebrating what? Celebrating someone else's wound? One thing united them: both had a vocation for money. The beggar spent every cent he had, whereas Carla's husband, the banker, accumulated money. His bread and butter was the Stock Market, and inflation, and profit. The beggar's bread and butter was his round gaping wound…
— Sep 20, 2026 09:54PM
Adri Woehler
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“Angela left the train.
Naturally this hadn't the slightest importance: there are people who are always led to regret, it's a trait of certain guilty natures. But what kept disturbing her was the vision of the old woman when she awoke, the image of her astonished face across from Angela's empty seat. After all who knew if she had fallen asleep out of trust in her.
Trust in the world.”
— Sep 14, 2026 09:46PM
Naturally this hadn't the slightest importance: there are people who are always led to regret, it's a trait of certain guilty natures. But what kept disturbing her was the vision of the old woman when she awoke, the image of her astonished face across from Angela's empty seat. After all who knew if she had fallen asleep out of trust in her.
Trust in the world.”
Adri Woehler
is on page 119 of 192
“Meanwhile there was Angela Pralini effervescing like
the bubbles in Caxambu mineral water, she was one: all of a sudden. Just like that: suddenly. Suddenly what? Just. suddenly. Zero. Nothing. She was thirty-seven and planning at any moment to start her life over. Like the litle effervescent bubbles in Caxambu water. The seven letters in Pralini gave her strength. The seven letters in Angela made her anonymous.”
— Sep 14, 2026 09:45PM
the bubbles in Caxambu mineral water, she was one: all of a sudden. Just like that: suddenly. Suddenly what? Just. suddenly. Zero. Nothing. She was thirty-seven and planning at any moment to start her life over. Like the litle effervescent bubbles in Caxambu water. The seven letters in Pralini gave her strength. The seven letters in Angela made her anonymous.”
Adri Woehler
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„ Angela Pralini had thoughts so deep there were no words to express them. It was a lie to say you could only have one thought at a time: she had many thoughts that intersected and were multiple.”
— Sep 14, 2026 09:33PM
Adri Woehler
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„But then it so happened that the woman also had the following thought: it was too late to have a destiny. She thought she would readily trade places with another being. That's when it occurred to her that there wasn't anyone to trade places with: no matter what she was, she was she and couldn't be transformed into another unique individual. Everyone was unique. So was Senhora Jorge B. Xavier.“
— Sep 06, 2026 12:51AM
Adri Woehler
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The philosophy around the egg
„in the morning in the kitchen on the table I see the egg.
Hook at the egg with a single gaze. Immediately I perceive that one cannot be seeing an egg. Seeing an egg never remains in the present: as soon as I see an egg it already becomes having seen an egg three millennia ago. - At the very instant of seeing the egg it is the memory of an egg…“
— Sep 05, 2026 11:24PM
„in the morning in the kitchen on the table I see the egg.
Hook at the egg with a single gaze. Immediately I perceive that one cannot be seeing an egg. Seeing an egg never remains in the present: as soon as I see an egg it already becomes having seen an egg three millennia ago. - At the very instant of seeing the egg it is the memory of an egg…“
Love is not having. Moreover love is the disillusionment of what you thought was love. And it's no prize, that's why it doesn't make people vain, love is no prize, it's a status granted exclusively to people who, without it, would defile the egg with their personal suffering. That doesn't make love an honorable exception; it is granted precisely to those bad agents, those who would ruin everything if they weren't allowed to guess at things vaguely.“