Jan 18, 2012
How sad it all really seemed. How she despised the barren people in that restaurant, while she was plump and heavy and generous to the full. And everything in the restaurant seemed so remote, the one thing distant from the other, as if the one might never be able to converse with the other. Each existing for itself, and God existing there for everyone.Clarice Lispector, from “Daydreams of a Drunk Woman” in Family Ties
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