dimanche 9 septembre 2012

Randall Jarrell, PICTURES FROM AN INSTITUTION, New York, Farrar, Strauss & Giroux, 1968 [1954], 277 pages

But as a writer Gertrude had one fault more radical than the rest: she did not know - or rather, did not believe - what it was like to be a human being. She was one, intermittently, but while she wasn't she did not remember what it had felt to be one; and her worse self distrusted her better too thoroughly to give it much share, ever, in what she said or wrote. If she was superior to most people in her courage and independence, in her intelligence, in her reckless wit, in her extraordinary powers of observation, in her almost deictic memory, she was inferior to them in most human qualities; she had not yet arrived even at that elementary forbearance upon which human society is based.

p. 190

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