Mrz
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“Please believe that I am falling apart. I am not speaking metaphorically (…) I mean quite simply that I have begun to crack all over like an old jug - that my poor old body (…) has started coming apart at the seams. In short, I am literally disintegrating (…). I ask you only to accept (…) that I shall eventually crumble into (approximately) six hundred and thirty million particles of anonymous, and necessarily oblivious dust.”
s.rushdie - midnight’s children