“Heyst was not conscious of either friends or of enemies. It was the very
essence of his life to be a solitary achievement, accomplished not by
hermit-like withdrawal with its silence and immobility, but by a system
of restless wandering, by the detachment of an impermanent dweller
amongst changing scenes. In this scheme he had perceived the means of
passing through life without suffering and almost without a single care
in the world -invulnerable because elusive.”

Joseph Conrad, Victory: an island tale


Això és el millor que he llegit en un llibre. I puc perdre hores incomptables en viatjar d’una paraula a una altra, assaborint-les; mirant de no aturar-me mai en cap.

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