«But we were so Russian, as adolescents, and perhaps we were practicing to become writers. (...) But it wasn’t a good thing to be cured of – the habit of correspondence, I mean. I’m aware that important ground was lost. One way or another it happened to most people I knew – a dying back into private consciousness and a kind of miserliness.»
Extrato de Letters, por Saul Bellow.
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