quinta-feira, 3 de novembro de 2011

The bluest eye

"What is clear now is that of all of that hope, fear, lust, love, and grief, nothing remains but Pecola and the unyielding earth. Cholly Breedlove is dead; our innocence too. The seed shriveled and died; her baby too.

There is really nothing more to say - except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how."

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