Feb 16, 2011

"... In this moment she felt that she had been robbed of an enormous number of valuable things, whether material or intangible: things lost or broken by her own fault, things she had forgotten and left in houses when she moved: books borrowed from her and not returned, journeys she had planned and had not made, words she had waited to hear spoken to her and had not heard, and the words she had meant to answer with; bitter alternatives and intolerable substitutes worse than nothing, and yet inescapable: the long patient suffering of dying friendships and the dark inexplicable death of love- all that she had had, and all she had missed, were lost together, and were twice lost in this landslide of remembered losses."

(¨Theft¨ by Katherine Anne Porter)


Karabá said...

Wow, sis, qué padre, ¿hay más de eso? pásalo... me cae como anillo al dedo tmb

Kuruni said...

Yo lo copié de un libro. Ayer en mi clase de inglés estábamos analizando ese cuento y quedé enamorada de la autora. Es un cuento corto, debe andar online por allí... si encuentro un pdf de la historia te lo mando.

Ese párrafo me tocó leerlo en voz alta :).

... la línea final también está hermosa pero mejor leelo completo. (si tengo chance te lo busco).