In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.
—Charles Dickens
Nel piccolo mondo in cui i bambini vivono la loro esistenza, chiunque li allevi, non c’è nulla che venga percepito più acutamente dell’ingiustizia. Può darsi che sia solo una piccola ingiustizia quella che il bambino...
In school I ended up writing three different papers on “The Castaway” section of Moby-Dick, the chapter where the cabin boy Pip falls overboard and is driven mad by the empty immensity of what he...
—David Foster Wallace
Everyone always knows what they’re doing,” he says abruptly, still not looking up from his hands, the little plastic pot and the old tattoo and the new white dressing on his left wrist. “You know...
—Richard Rider
The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often,...
I never had one hour’s happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.
In a word, it was impossible for me to separate her, in the past or in the present, from the innermost life of my life.
In una parola, ero troppo codardo per fare quello che sapevo essere giusto, così come ero stato troppo codardo per evitare di fare quello che sapevo sbagliato. A quel tempo, non avevo avuto nessuna esperienza...
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