Before I left at dawn I drew the lines of her hand on a piece of paper and gave it to Diva Sahibi for a
reading so I could know her soul. She said: A person who says only what she thinks. Perfect for manual labor.
She's in contact with someone who has died and from whom she expects help, but she's mistaken: the help she's
looking
Everything I say is an affliction to her
Somebody help me before it's bad
Somebody help me before I end up dead
"In these dreams it's always you:
the boy in the sweatshirt,
the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me
from jumping off the bridge."
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Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail. Mind! I don't mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country's done for. You will, therefore, permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a door-nail.
I didn’t understand then that a home is not always a place. Sometimes, it's a person.
Denji: Same goes for all assasins who came to kill me. If I'd known their circumstances, learned what kinda people they were then I probably would felt grappy when they died. There are some things you gotta know, and some things it's better to stay in the dark about.
It's something like a daydream
But I feel so seen in the night
So for now, it's only me
And maybe that's all I need
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‘I am happy to hear that The Magic Mountain has gripped you. Apparently other people are also experiencing it; I have to say, when I look into it, it grips me too’
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Old trick -- talking to distract me -- guarantees an attack from behind --
should've checked my military record -- it was taught to handle worse than this -- but then -- it's been a while -- Somewhere in the middle of it they tell me it's just a warning. They remind me that I've got a pregnant wife.
Endgame
I say to myself— sometimes, Clov, you must learn
to suffer better than that if you want them to weary of punishing you— one day. I say to myself—sometimes, Clov, you must be better than that if you want them to let you go—one day. But I feel too old, and too far, to form new habits. Good, it'll never end, I'll never go.
Then one day, suddenly, it ends, it changes, I don't understand, it dies, or it's me, I don't understand that either. I ask the words that remain— sleeping, waking, morning, evening. They have nothing to say.
I open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my eyes, and between my legs a little trail of black dust. I say to myself that the earth is extinguished, though I never saw it lit.
It's easy going.
When I fall I'll weep for happiness.
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Is that me:)
You have a curious way of arousing one's imagination, stimulating all one's nerves, and making one's pulses beat faster. You put an aureole on vice, provided only if it is honest. Your ideal is a daring courtesan of genius. Oh, you are the kind of man who will corrupt a woman to her very last fiber.
