Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Naipaul's Half A Life
The air was hot and stale inside. Looking out from the bedroom window, through wire netting and dead insects, at the rough garden and the tall paw-paw trees and the land falling away past groves of cashews and clusters of grass roofs to the rock cones which in the distance appeared to make a continuous low pale-blue range, Willie thought, 'I dont know where I am. I don't think I can pick up my way back. I don't ever want this view to become familiar. I must not unpack. I must never behave as though I am staying.'
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6 comments:
Is this some parts of the novel you are reading Sadegh?
I must never behave as though I am staying.' I do agree with this sentence. But I hate to go alone! :-D
By the way, i look forward to reading new posts.
Hi you lazy boy! don't you like to add anything to your blog? I guess the silence out there will make you write sth!:-)
I miss you! chera javab nemidi?
Hi
Where are you?!why don't you answer me?
Nice post
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