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I long for the simplicity of theatre. I want lessons learned, comeuppances delivered, people sorted out, all before your bladder gets distractingly full. That's what I want. What I know is what we all know, whether we'll admit it or not: every attempt to impose the roundness of a well-made play on reality produces a disaster. Life just isn't so, nor will it be made so. ↗
Дважды случалось, что я, уехав в Гренландию, по полгода не видела своего отражения в зеркале. По пути домой я старательно избегала зеркал в самолетах и аэропортах. Стоя потом перед зеркалом в своей квартире, я очень ясно видела физическое выражение хода времени: первые седые волосы, паутинку морщин, более глубокие и отчетливые тени выступающих костей. Никакая другая мысль не была для меня более успокоительной, чем сознание того, что я умру. В эти минуты прозрения — а себя можно увидеть таким, какой ты есть, только если смотришь на себя как на чужого человека, — все отчаяние, вся веселость, вся депрессия исчезают и сменяются спокойствием. Для меня смерть вовсе не была пугающей, она не была состоянием или событием, которое придет и поразит меня. Она была скорее сосредоточенностью на текущем моменте, поддержкой, союзником, помогающим мыслями быть в настоящем. ↗
The best of humanity's recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance. ↗
Then Deborah stood at the wicket gate, the boundary, and there was a woman with outstretched hand, demanding tickets. "Pass through," she said when Deborah reached her. "We saw you coming." The wicket gate became a turnstile. Deborah pushed against it and there was no resistance, she was through. "What is it?" she asked. "Am I really here at last? Is this the bottom of the pool?" "It could be," smiled the woman. "There are so many ways. You just happened to choose this one." Other people were pressing to come through. They had no faces, they were only shadows. Deborah stood aside to let them by, and in a moment they had gone, all phantoms. "Why only now, tonight?" asked Deborah. "Why not in the afternoon, when I came to the pool?" "It's a trick," said the woman. "You seize on the moment in time. We were here this afternoon. We're always here. Our life goes on around you, but nobody knows it. The trick's easier by night, that's all." "Am I dreaming, then?" asked Deborah. "No," said the woman, "this isn't a dream. And it isn't death, either. It's the secret world." The secret world... It was something Deborah had always known, and now the pattern was complete. The memory of it, and the relief, were so tremendous that something seemed to burst inside her heart. "Of course..." she said, "of course..." and everything that had ever been fell into place. There was no disharmony. The joy was indescribable, and the surge of feeling, like wings about her in the air, lifted her away from the turnstile and the woman, and she had all knowledge. That was it - the invasion of knowledge. ("The Pool") ↗
