If on a Winter's Night a Traveler
Italo CalvinoSözler ve Alıntılar
In the tangle of male limbs opposing and identical, I try in vain to clasp those female ghosts that vanish in their unattainable difference; and I try at the same time to strike myself, perhaps the other self that is about to take my place in the house or else the self most mine that I want to snatch away from that other, but which I feel pressing against me and which is only the alienness of the other, as if that other had already taken my place and any other place, and I were erased from the world.
He answered, “Mr. Kauderer is not here. But since the cemetery is the home of those who are not here, come in.”
“[…] In ancient times a story could end only in two ways: having passed all the tests, the hero and the heroine married, or else they died. The ultimate meaning to which all stories refer has two faces: the continuity of life, the inevitability of death.”
[…] the fact is that I find in the day’s light, in this diffused, pale, almost shadowless luminosity, a darkness deeper than the night’s.
[…] these are people used to seeing one another daily year after year; everything they say is the continuation of things already said.