Saturday, July 31, 2010

that of sleep

Saturday, July 31, 2010

“…just once let him sleep and come to his senses. He knew that this desire would not be fulfilled until the fight was fought to the bitter end, and the last dot put on the last “i”—and he knew, too, that each new duel would end in a new defeat and that there could be no possible doubt about the final result. Why, then, did he go on tormenting himself and letting himself be tormented, instead of giving up the lost battle, so as not to be wakened anymore? The idea of death had a long time ago lost any metaphysical character; it had a warm, tempting, bodily meaning—that of sleep.”
~ Arthur Koestler, Darkness at Noon, 1941

1 comments:

Loree said...

Sleep. Death. Sometimes the line between them seems so fine ...

 
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