Mari di parole, montagne di cosa da leggere. Solo per farci sentire in colpa?
One of the things Grace’s mother hated most about weekends was the mountain of newsprint she had to read. It accumulated all week like some malign volcanic mass. Each day, recklessly, she stacked it higher with the weeklies and all those sections of The New York Times she didn’t dare trash. By Saturday it had become too menacing to ignore and with several more tons of Sunday’s New York Times horribly imminent, she knew that if she didn’t act now, she would be swept away and buried. All those words, let loose on the world. All that effort. Just to make you feel guilty.
(da The Horse Whisperer, di Nicholas Evans, p.23 della mia edizione Corgi Books 1998 – ve l’ho detto che ho riorganizzato la libreria, no?)
(chiedo scusa a SirArmstrong per non aver chiesto il permesso di postare questa sua foto, ma è stato amore a prima vista).