"...Noi, esseri finiti, personificazioni di uno spirito infinito, siamo nati per avere insieme gioie e dolori; e si potrebbe quasi dire che i migliori di noi raggiungono la gioia attraverso la sofferenza..."

Ludwig Van Beethoven


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[...]
It was now mid-August which meant that he had been separated from Marsha for more than two months.
[...]
When school had ended and she'd returned to Wisconsin and he to Locust, Pennsylvania she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity.
[...]
He didn't have enough money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion, true, but why not mail himself? It was absurdly simple.
[...]
Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with
excitement that he could barely breathe. His skin
felt prickly from the heat and he could feel his heart
beating in his throat. It would be soon. Sheila
stood quite upright and walked around to the other
side of the package. Then she sank down to her knees,
grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath
and plunged the long blade through the middle of the
package, through the middle of the masking tape,
through the cardboard, through the cushioning and
(thud) right through the center of Waldo Jeffers head,
which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs
of red to pulsate gently in the morning sun.


Comme un fou!
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