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Ahora bien, porqué quiere él energicamente lo contrario, a saber, sentir plenamente la vida, sufrir la vida? Porque advierte que se le quiere enganar acerca de si mismo y que existe una espécie de pacto para extraerlo de su própria caverna: pero he aqui que se despabila, aguza el oído y decide. «Quiero seguir siendo mío!» Se trata de una terrible decisión; poco a poco lo irá comprendiendo. Ahora, en efecto, debe adentrarse en las profundidades de la existência com una serie de perguntas insólitas en los lábios: Por qué vivo? Que lección debo extraer de la vida? Como he llegado a ser lo que soy, y por qué sufro así? Se atormenta, y advierte que nadie se atormenta como él: antes bien, observa cómo las manos de sus congéneres se tienden hacia los fenómenos fantasmagóricos que muestra el teatro patético o cómo ellos mismos se pavoenean orgullosos portando cientos de máscaras: disfrazados de jovencitos, hombres adultos, ancianos, padres, ciudadanos, sacerdotes, funcionários, comerciantes, solitários todos ellos en su comedia general, sin conciencia ninguna de sí mismos. ↗
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Ground rules, Tanner,” he growled. Tanner paled. More good. “No alcohol. No smoking. No drugs. No looking at other girls. You can dance with my daughter. Your hands will avoid the danger zones, which are here, here and here.” Liam gestured to his chest, groin and ass. “You can kiss her. Once. At 10:59 p.m. tonight, when you’ll be standing here once again. I will be on the other side of this door, waiting for her. Am I clear?” “Yes, sir,” Tanner whispered. “I was your age once, too,” Liam said. “I’m aware of that, sir.” “I know what you think about.” “I’m sorry.” “You can think it. You can’t do it.” “Okay.” “I have many sharp tools in my garage.” “Yes, sir.” “We’re clear, then?” “Very, sir.” “Good!” Liam smiled, then grabbed the boy by the shoulder and dragged him in. “Nicole! Your date’s here. ↗
When I was little I would think of ways to kill my daddy. I would figure out this or that way and run it down through my head until it got easy. The way I liked best was letting go a poisonous spider in his bed. It would bite him and he'd be dead and swollen up and I would shudder to find him so. Of course I would call the rescue squad and tell them to come quick something's the matter with my daddy. When they come in the house I'm all in a state of shock and just don't know how to act what with two colored boys heaving my dead daddy onto a roller cot. I just stand in the door and look like I'm shaking all over. But I did not kill my daddy. He drank his own self to death the year after the County moved me out. I heard how they found him shut up in the house dead and everything. Next thing I know he's in the ground and the house is rented out to a family of four. All I did was wish him dead real hard every now and then. All I can say for a fact that I am better off now than when he was alive. ↗
