Who are you that the whole world’s song Is shaken out beneath your feet Leaving you comfortless, Who, that, as wheat Is garnered, gather in The blades of man’s sin And bear that sheaf? Lady of wrong and grief, Blameless!
“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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