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Jeg følte mig fordømt og fortabt på forhånd, og jeg blev ond overfor psykologen. Jeg følte ikke, at det var konstruktivt. Hun skulle bare fortælle mig, hvor langt ude jeg var, og hvor forkert det var, alt det, jeg lavede. Hun kom med sådan nogle mærkelige psykologbilleder med farver, som man skulle fortolke. Hvad er det? Hvad ser du her? Hvad betyder det her? Det var, som om hun var ude på at gøre mig dummere. jeg blev stiktosset, for jeg var meget bevidst om, hvilken lortesituation jeg og mor og mine søskende var i. Den psykolog var den sidste, der skulle gøre mig dummere eller mindre værdig, end verden havde gjort mig, så midt i det hele hamrede jeg mine hænder ned i bordet og råbte: 'Nu stopper det.' Psykologen tabte besindelsen. 'Du bliver morder ligesom din far,' råbte hun. ↗
#mindreværd #psykolog #sleiman #men
We who make stories know that we tell lies for a living. But they are good lies that say true things, and we owe it to our readers to build them as best we can. Because somewhere out there is someone who needs that story. Someone who will grow up with a different landscape, who without that story will be a different person. And who with that story may have hope, or wisdom, or kindness, or comfort. And that is why we write. ↗
I've read your summary." "And?" "It's not incompetent." Be still, my heart, so I don't faint from such faint phrase. "Did you expect it to be written in crayon? ↗
Newton Pulsifer had never...as far as he knew, ever believed in anything. It had been embarrassing, because he quite wanted to believe in something, since he recognized that belief was the lifebelt that got most people through the choppy waters of Life. He'd have liked to believe in a supreme God, although he'd have preferred a half-hour's chat with Him before committing himself, to clear up one or two points. He'd sat in all sorts of churches, waiting for that single flash of blue light, and it hadn't come. And then he'd tried to become an official Atheist and hadn't got the rock-hard, self-satisfied strength of belief even for that. And every single political party had seemed to him equally dishonest. .... Then he'd tried believing in the Universe, which seemed sound enough until he'd innocently started reading new books with words like Chaos and Time and Quantum in the titles. He'd found that even the people whose job of work was, so to speak, the Universe, didn't really believe in it and were actually quite proud of not knowing what it really was or even if it could theoretically exist. To Newt's straightforward mind this was intolerable. ↗
The marquis de Carabas was not a good man, and he knew himself well enough to be perfectly certain that he was not a brave man. He had long since decided that the world, Above or Below, was a place that wished to be deceived, and, to this end, he had named himself from a lie in a fairy tale, and created himself--his clothes, his manner, his carriage--as a grand joke. There was a dull pain in his wrists and his feet, and he was finding it harder and harder to breathe. There was nothing more to be gained by feigning unconsciousness, and he raised his head, as best he could, and spat a gob of scarlet blood into Mr. Vandemar's face. It was a brave thing to do, he thought. And a stupid one. Perhaps they would have let him die quietly, if he had not done that. Now, he had no doubt, they would hurt him more. And perhaps his death would come the quicker for it. ↗
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