And then there is the second kind of loneliness.
You don't need the Cerberus Star Ring for that kind. You can find it anywhere on Earth. I know. I did. I found it everywhere I went, in everything I did.
It's the loneliness of people trapped within themselves. The loneliness of poeple who have said the wrong thing so often that they don't have the courage to say anything anymore.
The loneliness, not of distance, but of fear.
The loneliness of poeple who sit alone in furnished rooms in crowded cities, because they've got nowhere to go and no one to talk to. The loneliness of guys who go to bars to meet someone, only to discover they don't know how to strike up a conversation, and wouldn't have the courage to do so if they did.
There's no grandeur to that kind of loneliness. No purpose and no poetry. It's the loneliness without meaning. It's sad and squalid and pathetic, and it stinks of self-pity.
Oh yes, it hurts at times to be alone among the stars.
But it hurts a lot more to be alone at a party. A lot more.
in The Second Kind of Loneliness, by George R. R. Martin
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"There's no grandeur to that kind of loneliness. No purpose and no poetry. It's the loneliness without meaning. It's sad and squalid and pathetic, and it stinks of self-pity."
Lindo, impressionante... e verdadeiro, pois claro.
Quero ler mais.
Impressionante, mesmo. Estou a gostar imenso de ler Martin em inglês. :)
Podias era falar da maravilhosa estadia que estás a ter cá em casa.
Esse foi o meu conto preferido nas Dreamsongs, Gostei bastante da forma como está escrito e do seu conteudo.
Marta,
Já estou a trabalhar nisso! xD
Zé,
Eu para já não posso dizer que tenha sido o meu preferido (ainda li pouco), mas é realmente muito bom. Gostei da forma como o conto nos foi apresentado, na forma de diário, e da escrita, mas nem uma coisa nem outra fazem o conto extraordinário. Fazem-no extraordinário, sim, a personagem (e as suas reflexões) e o magnífico desfecho do conto.
Na minha opinião xD
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