You know that dream of Tolstoy’s where he’s in some sort of bed contraption suspended between the abyss below and the abyss above? You know that one? Well, I gave it to him, the Lord said.
“She did not move. And about her the entire house, the street, seemed to encourage her, seemed to consider this motionlessness natural.“
Nathalie Sarraute
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