segunda-feira, 4 de abril de 2011

In saints not in mere lovers

I think often, and never without a certain fear, of Nessim's love for Justine. What could be more comprehensive, more surely founded in itself? It coloured his unhappiness with a kind of ecstasy, the joyful wounds which you'd think to meet in saints and not in mere lovers. Yet one touch of humour would have saved him from such dreadful comprehensive suffering. It is easy to criticize, I know. I know.

Lawrence Durrell, The Alexandria Quartet, Faber and Faber, 2009

Sem comentários:

Enviar um comentário