How fortunate that I have no children, he thought: how fortunate that I have no desire to father. I would not know what to do with a child out here in the heart of the country, who would need milk and clothes and friends and schooling. I would fail in my duties, I would be the worst of fathers. Whereas it is not hard to live a life that consists merely of passing time. I am one of the fortunate ones who escape being called.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Life & Times of Michael K - pg. 104
Labels: J. M. Coetzee
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