Ida levantou-se pesadamente e atravessou o restaurante, como um navio de guerra que vai entrar em acção, um navio de guerra a combater ao lado da justiça numa luta para acabar com todas as guerras, as bandeiras de sinalização a proclamar que todos cumprirão o seu dever. Os seus grandes seios, que nunca tinham amamentado um filho, sentiam uma compaixão inexorável. Rosa fugiu ao avistá-la, mas Ida avançou implacavelmente para a porta de serviço.
It is this most basic human loneliness that threatens us and is so hard to face. Too often we will do everything possible to avoid the confrontation with the experience of being alone, and sometimes we are able to create the most ingenious devices to prevent ourselves from being reminded of this condition. Our culture has become most sophisticated in the avoidance of pain, not only our physical pain but our emotional and mental pain as well. We not only bury our dead as if they were still alive, but we also bury our pains as if they were not really there. We have become so used to this state of anesthesia, that we panic when there is nothing or nobody left to distract us. When we have no project to finish, no friend to visit, no book to read, no television to watch or no record to play, and when we are left all alone by ourselves we are brought so close to the revelation of our basic human aloneness and are so afraid of experiencing an all-pervasive sense of loneliness that we will do ...
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