J. M. Coetzee – Slow Man

‘I talk nonesense? You make photograph, or this man, how ddo you say, Fauchery, make photograph, than you make prints, one two three four five, and this prints all original, ten times original, hundred times original, no copies? What is nonesens now? ‘

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I. Bachmann – Malina

‘Should the book every appear(..) people will writhe with laughter after just one page, they will leap for joy, they will be comforted, they will read on, biting their fists to suppress their cries of joy, it can’t be helped, and when they sit down by the windows and read still further they’ll begin to throw confetti to the pedestrians on the street…

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J. L. Borges – The Garden of Forking Paths #1

‘I thought that man can be an enemy of other men, of the moments of other men, but not of a country: not of fireflies, words, gardens, streams of water, sunsets.’

I regret not stumbling upon this before the Independence day. Maybe the sentence come out of the blue in the story but it makes an universal observation, one worth keeping in our heads. Isn’t it the case that we confuse our country with those wicked people? Cold, fourious, angry arguing about the right way to live? But all this is so remote and so disconnected from the place itself. Parks, trees, birds and rivers. In no possible way you can hate such things. The place is what we love. As for the people, well, it depends.