“I looked out the window at the station. I had the sense
that something in my life had ended, my image of myself as a whole or normal
person maybe. I realised my life would be full of mundane physical suffering,
and that there was nothing special about it. Suffering wouldn’t make me
special, and pretending not to suffer wouldn’t make me special. Talking about
it, or even writing about it, would not transform the suffering into something
useful. Nothing would.”
~ Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends, 2017
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