Thursday, October 11, 2007

In another world I would not need words. I would appear on your doorstep. "I have come for a visit," I would say, and that would be the end of words. I would embrace you and be embraced. But in this world, in this time, I must reach out to you in words. So day by day I render myself into words...words out of my body, drops of myself...to take in, to suck, to absorb...drops fashioned and packed with love, the love we have no alternative but to feel toward those to whom we give ourselves to devour or discard....

from Age of Iron, Coetzee

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