[I]f you set out to mention everything you would never be done, and that's what counts, to be done, to have done. Oh, I know, even when you mention only a few of the things there are you do not get do...
We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?
The more people I meet the happier I become.
So that I would have hesitated to exclaim, with my finger up my arse-hole for example, Jesus Christ, it's much worse than yesterday, I can hardly believe it is the same hole.
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
I stopped being half-witted and became sly whenever I took the trouble.
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
For I had no illusions, I knew that all was about to end, or to begin again, it little mattered which, and it little mattered how, I had only to wait.
Another happy day.
Vladimir, be reasonable, you haven't yet tried everything. And I resumed the struggle.
سأفتح عيني وأنظر إلى كومة ممتلكاتي الصغيرة ، وألقي الأوامر المعتادة إلى جسدي،وأنا أعرف لن يطيع ، أتحول إلى روحي المتجهه إلى الهلاك.
بجدية كافحت لأكون جاداً أكثر ، أن أعيش وأبدع . ولكن عند كل محاوله جديدة أفقد عقلي ، أهرب إلى ظلالي كما يهرب الفرد إلى المعبد .
You weep, and weep, for nothing, so as not to laugh, and little by little . . . you begin to grieve.
You must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on.
You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without t...
Yes, my resolutions were remarkable in this, that they were no sooner formed than something always happened to prevent their execution. That
What kind of country is this where a woman can't weep her heart out on the highways and byways without being tormented by retired bill-brokers!
To know you can do better next time, unrecognizably better, and that there is no next time, and that it is a blessing there is not, there is a thought to be going on with.
To be always what I am - and so changed from what I was.
Though now even less than ever given to wonder he cannot but sometimes wonder if it is indeed to and of him the voice is speaking. May not there be another with him in the dark to and of whom the voic...