I am not unaware of what such daydreams signify, dreams of becoming an unthinking savage, of taking the cold… — J. M. Coetzee
I am not unaware of what such daydreams signify, dreams of becoming an unthinking savage, of taking the cold road back to the capital, of groping my way out to the ruins in the desert, of returning to the confinement of my cell, of seeking out the barbarians and offering myself to them to use as they wish.
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