Stefan Zweig (ik lees zijn memoires in het Engels): Incidents thousands of miles away overseas came vividly before our eyes. There was no shelter, no safety from constant awareness and involvement. There was no country to which you could escape, no way you could buy peace and quiet; all the time, everywhere, the hand of Fate took us and dragged us back into its insatiable game. We have constantly had to subordinate ourselves to the demands of the state, a prey to the most stupid of politics, we have had to adjust to the most fantastisc of vicissitudes, we have always been chained to a common fate, bitterly as we might resent it; it swept us irresistibly away. zinnen die nazinderen, spoken uit het verleden die me vandaag komen opzoeken, knikkend in mijn richting met een grijns à la heb je m?
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 13:37:08 +0000
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