And so, while I loved Altensam more than anything in the world, because Altensam has always been closer to me than anything in the world, because I've always a foreign element there from the outset, and all my life, my whole existence, my deathward existence, had always been determined by that circumstance, causing a monstrous waste of all my energies. The question has always been only, how can I go on at all, not in what respect and in what condition, so Roithamer.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Correction - pg. 142
Labels: Samuel Beckett, Thomas Bernhard
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