miƩrcoles, septiembre 07, 2005


"I want to be fat again, fatter than ever before. I want a belly that gurgles with contentment when I fold my palms over it, I want to feel my chin sink into the cushion of my throat and my breasts wobble as I walk. I want a life of simple satisfactions. I want (vain hope!) never to know hunger again".

J. M. Coetzee, Waiting for the Barbarians.