Sunday, July 16, 2017

the last book I ever read (The Tunnel by Ernesto Sábato, excerpt seven)

from The Tunnel by Ernesto Sábato:

That night, like many other nights, I was alone as a consequence of my own failings, my own depravity. At such times the world seems despicable, even though I know that I am necessarily a part of it. Then a frenzy to obliterate everything sweeps over me; I let myself be seduced by the temptation of suicide; I get drunk; I look for prostitutes. I receive a certain satisfaction from proving my own baseness, in confirming that I am no better than the lowest of the low around me.

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