A Few More "Stiller" Bullets
I love autumn, I love September. But when will the heat let up?
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To Stiller:
- a labour of Sisyphus
- In face of the fact of life and death there is nothing whatever to be said
- A shivering child, who is coughing very ominously, as though anxious to join the dead, is allowed to sample the sweetmeats already, although the food still belongs to the dead
- We then discussed the well known line: Him I love who craves the impossible
- At times I have the feeling that one emerges from what has been written as a snake emerges from its skin
- We possess language in order to become mute
- difficult to carry a knowledge that can never be proved nor even uttered
- I worked for a month in Detroit; I fell in love with the daughter of a Conservative senator, who had a Cadillac, and we swam in Lake Michigan
- either we smash ourselves to pieces on one another, or we love one another
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