Friday, November 19, 2010

Ode to my family

"...He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others - the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know you are sad. I am not sad, I am not sad.

Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of the bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by mid afternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad."

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is illuminated


At 3:41 AM, Anonymous Laura said...

Deși am văzut filmul, film care a lăsat o impresie destul de puternica asupra mea, cartea pare să aibă o substanță diferită, și fiind originalul ar trebui probabil să o citesc. De fapt asta vreau sa fac, mersi pentru fragmente.

At 11:31 AM, Blogger runbaby said...

da, e minunata cartea, sigur aduce mai multe decat un film. multumesc si eu pentru informatie, nu stiam ca au ecranizat-o si chiar ma gandeam, citind-o, ca ar putea iesi un film misto :)

At 4:30 PM, Anonymous Andrada said...

e foarte misto filmu' :)


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