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The Blind Owl

Book by Sadegh Hedayat · 6 quotes · Death, Painful, Absurd

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“For some reason all activity, all happiness on the part of other people made me feel like vomiting. I was aware that my own life was finished and was slowly and painfully guttering out. What earthly reason had I to concern myself with the lives of the fools, the rabble-people who were fit and healthy, ate well, slept well, and copulated well and who had never experienced a particle of my sufferings or felt the wings of death every minute brushing against their faces?”

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“[...] nu, voi ajunge cel mult sa cred, sa ma cred pe mine insumi - fiindca pentru mine n-are nici o importanta daca ceilalti cred sau nu. Ma tem doar ca maine mor si nu m-am cunoscut inca. Sunt oare o fiinta autonoma si dotata cu individualitate? Habar n-am. Tocmai m-am privit in oglinda. Nu m-am recunoscut. Nu mai tineam sa stiu daca Dumnezeu exista cu adevarat sau daca e creatia propriei imagini a stapanilor pamantului, nelinistiti sa-si confirme prerogativele sacre, ca sa-si jefuiasca mai usor supusii - proiectie in ceruri a unei stari de lucruri terestre. Simteam atunci ce lucruri fragile si puerile sunt, in fata mortii, religia, credinta, convingerile; atatea nimicuri la discretia celor fericiti si sanatosi. Fata de teribila realitate a mortii si a chinurilor pe care le traversam, ceea ce ma invatasera despre rasplata rezervata sufletului pe lumea cealalta si despre ziua Judecatii de Apoi imi parea ca o amagire insipida.”

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“I was growing inward incessantly; like an animal that hibernates during the wintertime, I could hear other peoples' voices with my ears; my own voice, however, I could hear only in my throat. The loneliness and the solitude that lurked behind me were like a condensed, thick, eternal night, like one of those nights with a dense, persistent, sticky darkness which waits to pounce on unpopulated cities filled with lustful and vengeful dreams. My whole being could now be summed up in my voice―an insane, absolute record. The force that, out of loneliness, brings two individuals together to procreate has its roots in this same insanity which exists in everyone and which is mingled with a sense of regret, tending gradually toward death...Only death does not tell lies! The presence of death annihilates all that is imaginary. We are the offspring of death and death delivers us from the tantalizing, fraudulent attractions of life; it is death that beckons us from the depths of life.”

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“I saw that pain and disease existed and at the same time that they were void of sense and meaning. Among the men of the rabble I had become a creature of a strange, unknown race, so much so that they had forgotten that I had once been part of their world. I had the dreadful sensation that I was not really alive or wholly dead. I was a living corpse, unrelated to the world of living people and at the same time deprived of the oblivion and peace of death.”

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