We cannot cease desiring, and this is our glory, and our doom. Desire! It carries us and crucifies us, delivers us every new day to a battlefield where, on the eve, the battle was lost; but in sunlight does it not look like a territory ripe for conquest, a place where--even though tomorrow we will die--we can build empires doomed to fade to dust, as if the knowledge we have of the imminent fall had absolutely no effect on our eagerness to build them now? We are filled with the energy of constantly wanting that which we cannot have, we are abandoned at down on a field littered with corpses, we are transported until our death by projects that are no sooner completed than they must be renewed. Yet how exhausting to be constantly desiring . . .
-The Elegance of the Hedgehog, Muriel Barbery
Check it out of the library, buy it, kindle it . . . just read it, and soon.
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