Thinking - as any bookish man is always reminded when confronted by the hard-and-fast business of life, of the body, of pleasure - comes after, not before, and certainly not during. To the question "What am I to do with all this water?" the answer should have been "Swim."
Monday, December 08, 2008
E di tutto questo mare, cosa faccio?
From Andre Aciman, "In Search of Blue," in False Papers: