My throat contracted. What was I to call what was happening to me? Was it a return to the interior? A return to my own horribleness, my own dirt, my crime, my imprisonment in myself, my self-condemnation?
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Friday, August 8, 2008
Cosmos - pg. 112
Labels: Master-quotes, Witold Gombrowicz
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