a eterna p!

'the more I read Dotoevsky the more I wonder about Henry and June and whether they are imitations. I recognize the same phrases, the same heightened language, almost the same actions. Are they literary ghosts? Do they have souls of their own?'

lendo Henry and June em Amsterdam, me pego questionando o ser humano, a necessidade do ser em se abstrair em atos, como se eles fossem capazes de compor uma existencia. pffff