The dull, mechanical sound of the engine had now been replaced by athe irregular, echoing roar - to me a delicious sound - of waves piled upon each other and breaking in disorder.
An uncertain evil causes anxiety because, at the bottom of one's heart, one goes on hoping till the last moment that it may not be true; a certain evil, on the other hand, instills, for a time, a kind of dreary tranquility.
Because the world to-day is so constructed that no one can do what he would like to do, and he is forced, instead, to do what others wish him to do. Because the question of money always intrudes—into what we do, into what we are, into what we wish to become, into our work, into our highest aspirations, even into our relations with the people we love!
Sunday, 30 August 2015
Alberto Moravia: Contempt
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Alberto Moravia,
Contempt,
Italy
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