In ancient times—’twas no great loss— They hung the thief upon the cross: But now, alas!—I say’t with grief— They hang the cross upon the thief.
“Pray for her, and may everyone stop what they’re doing to breathe life into her, since Macabéa for now is adrift in chaos like the door swinging in an infinite wind.”
Clarice Lispector
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