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Posted by Sigismund on November 3, 2007, at 20:42:28
From "Age of Iron" by JM Coetzee
'My dearest child, I am in a fog of error. The hour is late and I do not know how to save myself. As far as I can confess, to you I confess. What is my error, you ask? If I could put it in a bottle, like a spider, and send it to you to examine, I would do so. But it is like a fog, everywhere and nowhere. I cannot touch it, trap it, put a name to it.[.......]That is my first word, my first confession. I do not want to die in the state I am in, in a state of ugliness. I want to be saved. How shall I be saved? By doing what I do not want to do. That is my first step: that I know. I must love, first of all, the unlovable.[..........] It is because I do not want with a full enough heart want to be otherwise that I am still wondering round in a fog.'
Posted by Sigismund on November 4, 2007, at 16:04:43
In reply to This is good, posted by Sigismund on November 3, 2007, at 20:42:28
I think that should be 'wandering'.
Posted by Muffled on November 5, 2007, at 23:54:06
In reply to This is good, posted by Sigismund on November 3, 2007, at 20:42:28
whoah dude.....
I could be saying that...
M
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