Thursday, March 15, 2007

'Of course, you must know that every letter of yours will always give me pleasure, and you must be indulgent with the answer, which will perhaps often leave you empty-handed; for ultimately, and precisely in the deepest and most important matters, we are unspeakably alone; and many things must happen, many things must go right, a whole constellation of events must be fulfilled, for one human being to successfully advise or help another.'

[C]onfess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write...



2 comments:

At a loss for a blogger handle said...

thanks for this one. it's lovely.

olidhar said...

try, i really say, to heave out of bed and home on monday mornings. get to the place by 10. we read rilke. all the getting up at unearthly hours is actually worth it.