Am reading “The Journal of Joyce Carol Oates”, or perhaps more correctly: “I am allowing myself to be devoured by…”  The luxury of such an experience. True luxury that is. A quote from her March 22, 1978 entry:

How quickly, how placidly, how invisibly the truly significant events in our life take place…. Which is why we continually misjudge one another. Which is why we haven’t a clue as to the inner (and most meaningful) nature of another person.

• den 1 november 2009 , kl 10:39
• In English , Klokskap , Litteratur