Banville meri John
I would like to live forever . I find the prospect of leaving this exquisite world, I find it devastating. I find it infuriating.
I keep thinking what kind of day would I like to die on? Would it be as beautiful, would it be one of those beautiful pearl grey , slightly mauve days in June? Would it be one of those days in September, one of those puissant skies? Would it be depths of winter, you know, those bleak mid-winter days?
None of them suits me. I don’t want to go on any day. I want to stay forever.
I keep thinking what kind of day would I like to die on? Would it be as beautiful, would it be one of those beautiful pearl grey , slightly mauve days in June? Would it be one of those days in September, one of those puissant skies? Would it be depths of winter, you know, those bleak mid-winter days?
None of them suits me. I don’t want to go on any day. I want to stay forever.
Who else thinks that's almost like Doestovesky's words spoken by Brando in The Last Tango in Paris ?
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