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March 8, 2017

Clarice Lispector on betrayal

Filed under: literature,nicola deane — ABRAXAS @ 8:52 am

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No one knows how you feel inside when you are hired to pretend you are a traitor and you end up believing your own betrayal.

A job which consists of forgetting day after day.

Being expected to feign dishonour.

My mirror no longer reflects a face which can even be called my own.

Either I am an agent or this is truly betrayal.

They want me occupied and distracted, by whatever means.

For with my wandering thoughts and solemn foolishness I might impede what is happening inside me.

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