He vomited, pissed, and shat blood with astonishing frequency; he also had a lot of trouble breathing, but none of that would have sufficed to win him the special good graces of the nurses, who had seen worse. So between two choking fits, if a doctor or nurse was passing, Branledore would sing out: "Victory! Victory! Victory will be ours!"

He had always been just as unhappy, but now he had quickly to find a good new reason for being unhappy. That's not as easy as it sounds. Just saying: "I'm unhappy" won't do.

It had taken her three weeks to die, and her mother in the bed next to hers was so unhappy she couldn't sleep, so she masturbated the whole three weeks, and even when it was all over there was no way of stopping her.

reāls ceļojums dvēseles tumsā, turklāt lasīju, esot Francijā, klaiņojot tur pa laukiem un sezonāliem darbiem, tas paplašināja šo pieredzi.

Vai tu esi lasījis Žana Žanē "Zagļa dienasgrāmatu"?

vēl ne!