The Trouble with Being Born
Three in the morning, I realize this second, then this one, then the next: I draw up the balance sheet for each minute. And why all this? Because I was born. It is a special type of sleeplessness that produces the indictment of birth.
“Ever since I was born”—that since has a resonance so dreadful to my ears it becomes unendurable. There is a kind of knowledge that strips whatever you do of weight and scope: for such knowledge, everything is without basis except itself.
جهت استعلام قیمت و سفارش چاپ این محصول لطفا با انتشارات گنج حضور تماس حاصل فرمایید