A great sorrow, and one... «The Goldfinch»
meiya24 апреля 2015A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are. <...> Every shrink, every career counselor, every Disney princess knows the answer: "Be yourself." "Follow your heart.' Only here's what I really want soeone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possesed of a heart that can't be trusted - ? What if the heartm fot its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakeble radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social conections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight towards a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster?
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