... the situation of the suicide bomber is not without tragic potential. Whose heart is so hardened as to feel no sympathy at all for the man who, his family having been killed in an Israeli strike, straps on the bomb-belt in full knowledge that there is no paradise of houris waiting for him, and in grief and rage goes out to destroy as many of the killers as he can? No other way than death is a marker and perhaps even a definition of the tragic.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Diary of a Bad Year - pg. 21
Labels: J. M. Coetzee
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