'A gesture of refusal in the face of time. A bid for immortality.'
'No one is immortal. Books are not immortal...................'
'I didn't mean immortal in the sense of existing outside time. I mean surviving beyond one's physical demise.'
'You want people to read you after you are dead?'
'It affords me some consolation to cling to that prospect.'
'Even if you won't be around to witness it?'
'Even if I won't be around to witness it.'
'But why should the people of the future bother to read the book you write if it doesn't speak to them, if it doesn't help them find meaning in their lives?'
'Perhaps they will still like to read books that are well written.'
'...........................'
'Perhaps in the twenty-fifth century there will still be a minority curious to hear ... (查看原文)
Best to cut yourself free of what you love, he had said during their walk - cut yourself free and hope the wound heals. She understands him exactly. That is what they share above all: not just a love of this farm, this kontrei, this Karoo, but an understanding that goes with the love, an understanding that love can be too much. To him and to her it was granted to spend their childhood summers in a sacred space. That glory can never be regained; best not to haunt old sites and come away from them mourning what is for ever gone. (查看原文)
