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.”
