“But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself, into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously…”
in honor of the 50th anniversary of Cortazar's Hopscotch
via findout
that ive only given away. this the year to be read
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