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January 9, 2008
a laughing-stock
Outside, much has changed. I don’t know how. But inside and before you, Lord, inside before you, Spectator: aren’t we without action? We discover, indeed, that we don’t know our part; we look for a mirror; we want to rub off the make-up and remove everything that is artificial, and become real. But somewhere the piece of our disguise still sticks to us, which we forgot. A trace of exaggeration remains on our eyebrows; we don’t notice that the corners of our mouth are twisted. And this is how we go around, a laughing-stock and a half-truth: neither real beings nor actors.
Rilke - The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
Posted by amin at January 9, 2008 2:11 AM