“It makes us responsible for tolerating its passing and for being its worthy witnesses. I am looking for nothing else. The problem is that of disappearance. Beauty always goes away. As a child, I wanted to be equal to that departure and I felt very deeply that to achieve it, I would have to do something with beauty, perhaps something that doesn’t die. But all things perish and it’s when we learn this that we take leave of our childhood. The problem remains intact. The heavy joy of be...auty will be nowhere except in itself and it will leave me alone, here, leave me only myself shot through with beauty, unless I do something with it. Unless I do something with beauty. Marco is thirty-seven when Marianne meets him, he’s drinking an amaro from a narrow glass, he’s wearing a white T-shirt, he has a long beard. He lives in a village on a hill, beside a lake.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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