söndag 25 augusti 2013

 “I know that V. will not come across the garden from the Lodge, 
and yet I look in that direction for her. I know that she is drowned 
and yet I listen for her to come in at the door. 
I know that this is the last page and yet I turn it over.
 There is no limit to one’s stupidity and selfishness.”

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