lundi 21 mai 2018

The lowest, the most downtrodden, the most miserable of Shikastans will watch the wind moving a plant, and smile; will plant a seed and watch it grow; will stand to watch the life of the clouds. Or lie pleasurably awake in the dark, hearing wind howl that cannot — not this time — harm him where he lies safe. This is where strength has always welled, irrepressibly, into every creature of Shikasta.

Doris Lessing, Shikasta

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