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Monday, February 23, 2009

On saying it all

In her lavishly inventive second novel, Hotel World, Ali Smith says it all in nine syllables. ...

you
must
live


you
must
love


you
must
leave


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Posted by R. J. at 2:01 AM
Labels: Ali Smith, existence, Hotel World, meaning of life

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