Tuesday, December 18, 2007

The White Mustache

The best Natalia Ginzburg essay I've read yet.

"I hadn't known sadness, in childhood; I had only known fear. Now I enumerated all the things in my childhood that had frightened me: a film with a man called Chan who sat holding a knife; he used the knife to cut bread, but then he killed someone... I was also afraid of the fascists; and of a man's hat covered with blood and dirt I once saw next to a mangled bicycle on a curb; and of a weeping woman running away from a man who pursued her."

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