“… he resolved never again to kiss earth for any god or man. This decision, however, made a hole in him, a vacancy…” Salman Rushdie in Midnight’s Children.
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13.11.07

Slow Man

He is not the first person in the world to suffer an unpleasant accident, not the first old man to find himself in hospital with well-intentioned but ultimately indifferent young people going through the motions of caring for him. A leg gone: what is losing a leg, in the larger perspective? In the larger perspective, losing a leg is no more than a rehearsal for losing everything. Whom is he going to shout at when that day arrives? Whom is he going to blame?

J. M. Coetzee, Slow Man

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