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The Neapolitan Novels, by Elena Ferrante

 Σήμερα τέλειωσα τη νεαπολιτάνικη τετραλογία της Εlena Ferrante. Την απόλαυσα.

Να πως τελειώνει το τελευταίο μέρος της τετραλογίας:

“I went up in the elevator, I shut myself in my apartment. I examined the two dolls carefully, I smelled the odor of mold, I arranged them against the spines of my books. Seeing how cheap and ugly they were I felt confused. Unlike stories, real life, when it has passed, inclines toward obscurity, not clarity. I thought: now that Lila has let herself be seen so plainly, I must resign myself to not seeing her anymore.”

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THERE IS A SOLITUDE OF SPACE

by Emily Dickinson

There is a solitude of space
A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be
Compared with that profounder site
That polar privacy
A soul admitted to itself—
Finite infinity.