Аннотация
Laird Hunt
The Exquisite
for Eva Grace
I fainted during a bit of my life. I regained consciousness without any memory of what I was, and the memory of who I was suffers for having been interrupted. There is in me a confused notion of an unknown interval, a futile effort on the part of my memory to want to find that other memory. I don’t connect myself with myself. If I’ve lived, I forget having known it.
FERNANDO PESSOA, The Book of DisquietI entered. I shut the door. I sat down on the bed. The blackest space spread out before me.
MAURICE BLANCHOT, Death SentenceONE
Uh, uh, no way, I don’t want it. But you will have it, Henry, you must have it, my dear friend Mr. Kindt once told me. My dear friend who is now dead.
You most certainly were. Indeed you did. Is that so, my dear boy? That’s the way he talked. He would hold his hands up to the light and say, aren’t they marvelous? He seemed to be particularly in love wi...
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