And gradually it dawned on him, if a dawning can take place in total blackness, that his life had consisted of a run of rehearsals for a play he had failed to take part in. And that what he needed to do from now on, if there was going to be a now on, was abandon his morbid quest for order, and treat himself to a little chaos, on the grounds that while order was demonstrably no substitute for happiness, chaos might open the way to it.
The Night Manager – John Le Carré
Literature has this tremendous power to open up a view or an understanding in your mind that, until that moment when you were reading the line on the page, was hidden from you. It’s like coming up for air. I read the lines above last week and, having read them, couldn’t get them out of…
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