Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Of little importance

We are no more than a whim, one whim after another. Why can we not accept that our livesare vacant, as vacant as the desert we live in, and spend them counting sheep or washing cups with blithe hearts? I do not see why the story of our lives should have to be interesting.
In the heart of the country, J. M. Coetzee

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