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quanto dolore, dita di polvere

– Eugenio Montale (1896-1981), Cuttlefish Bones (1925)

raymond walsh stop being the bestest in-character grantaire ever challenge: failed

i cannot believe raymond walsh is still feeding us with enjoltaire (enjoltairius in this case) content lmaooooo gotta love him and his commitment <3

[ita] Albert Camus, Mi rivolto dunque siamo (or "I rebel, therefore I exist")

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying. Ciò che si chiama ragione di vivere è allo stesso tempo un'eccellente ragione di morire.

"There is a difference between dissatisfaction with yourself and anger, depression. You can be dissatisfied and do something about it: if you don’t know German, you can learn it. If you haven’t worked at writing, you can work at it. If you are angry at someone else, and repress it, you get depressed. Who am I angry at? Myself. No, not yourself. Who is it? It is my mother and all the mothers I have known who have wanted me to be what I have not felt like really being from my heart and at the society which seems to want us to be what we do not want to be from our hearts: I am angry at these people and images. I do not seem to be able to live up to them. Because I don’t want to."

"Farid!" The boy did not hear him – and Basta threw. Dustfinger saw the knife go into that thin back. He caught the boy before he fell to the ground, but he was already dead. And there stood Basta with his foot on another dead body, smiling. Why not? He had hit his target, and it was the target he had been aiming for all along: Dustfinger’s heart, his stupid heart. It broke in two as he held Farid in his arms, it simply broke in two, although he had taken such good care of it all these years. 

The idea that 'I am', my way of acting as if everything has a meaning (even if, on occasion, I said that nothing has) – all that is given the lie in vertiginous fashion by the absurdity of a possible death.

Bisogna immaginare Sisifo felice.