وعندها تعلمت أن أصعب على الإنسان أن يجيد العطاء من أن يجيد الاخذ, وأن العطاء فن, وهو أرقى أشكال المكر فى براعة الخير

Blind to all fault, destiny can be ruthless at one's slightest distraction.

Maybe not a home. Maybe that won’t come until later. But I believe it will come, Mar. With your brains in this operation, how could it not?” Edimar

I shall strip away layer after layer of grime -- the toffee-colored varnish and caked soot left by a lifetime of dissembling -- until I come to the very thing itself and know it for what it is. My soul. My self.

Written By John Banville

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