Tuesday, December 20, 2011

a fatal illness

"One day, you don't feel  like doing  anything. -Nothing  interests you, everything  bores you. Far from wearing  off, your boredom persists and gets worse, day by day and  week by week. You feel more and more bad-tempered, more and more  empty inside, more and  more dissatisfied with  yourself and the world in general. Then even that  feeling wears off, and you don't feel anything any more. You become completely indifferent to  what goes on around  you. Joy and  sorrow, anger and excitement are things of the past. You forget how to laugh and cry - you're  cold inside  and incapable of loving anything or anyone. Once  you reach that  stage, the  disease  is  incurable. There's  no  going back. You bustle around with a blank, grey face,  just like the men in grey themselves -indeed,  you've joined  their  ranks.  The disease has a name.  It's called deadly tedium."


gerçekten çocuk kitapları mı yazdın sen michael ende? ben anlamayabilirdim ki eğer çocuk halimle okusaydım kitaplarını...

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