Clarice Lispector: Report on the Thing

11 October 2019


I know that I have little capacity left to love. My capacity to love has been trampled too much, my God. All I have left is a flicker of desire. I need this to be strengthened. Because it is not as you think, that only death matters. To live, something you do not know about because it is susceptible to rot—to live while rotting matters quite a bit. A harsh way to live: a way to live the essential.

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