乔瓦尼的房间 (豆瓣)-钻石棋牌

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• for i am — or i was — one of those people who pride themselves on their willpower, on their ability to make a decision and carry it through. this virtue, like most virtues, is ambiguity itself. people who believe that they they are strong-willed and the masters of their destiny can only believe this by becoming specialists in self-deception. their decisions are not really decisions at all — a real decision makes one humble, one knows that it is at the mercy of more things than can be named — but elaborate systems of evasion, of illusion, designed to make themselves and the world appear to be what they and the world are not. this is certainly what my decision, made so long ago in joey's bed, came to. i had decided to allow no room in the universe for something which shamed and frightened me... ()

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• i have thought about jacques' question since. the question is banal but one of the real troubles with living is that living is so banal. everyone, after all, goes the same dark road — and the road had a trick of being most dark, most treacherous, when it seems most bright — and it's true that nobody stays in the garden of eden. jacques' garden was not the same as giovanni's, of course... perhaps everybody has a garden of eden, i don't know; but they have scarcely seen their garden before they see the flaming sword. then, perhaps, life only offers the choice of remembering the garden or forgetting it. either, or: it takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both. people who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually ... ()

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