“So much the better—this was death. It was nothing; it was to cease to breathe. It was happiness, it was perfect happiness. They had now what they had always wanted to have, the union which had been impossible while they lived. Unconscious whether he thought the words or spoke them aloud, he said, “No twoContinue reading “Tête-à-tête: The Tumultuous Lives and Loves of Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre by Hazel Rowley”
EMILY DICKINSON 1830 – 1886 I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one’s name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!
Today’s morning message from someone still reverberating in my mind- “I am that I am. The universe exists within me, As much as I exist within the universe.”
We are all born mad, some remain so. -Samuel Beckett (Waiting for Godot)