And if the old man climbed out of the cart and stretched himself (things were gathering pace now) and looked at where the pump had been that the soldiers had blown up so that nothing should be left standing, and complained, saying, 'What are we going to do about water?,' he, Michael K, would produce a teaspoon from his pocket, a teaspoon and a long roll of string. He would clear the rubble from the mouth of the shaft, he would bend the handle of the teaspoon in a loop and tie the string to it, he would lower it down the shaft deep into the earth, and when he brought it upthere would be water in the bowl of the spoon; and in that way, he would say, one can live.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Life & Times of Michael K - Closing
Labels: Closing, J. M. Coetzee
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