I am coming back to New York after five years, and it seems that psychics are taking over the city.

life was not an idle dream to be gaped and yawned through, but a noble task, full of duty and stern work. 

He had an idea that even when beaten he could steal a little victory by laughing at defeat.

I'm still there, watching those possessed children, as far away from the mystery now as I was then. I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.

Written By Marguerite Duras

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