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3 years, 1 month ago

humiliating and stultifying jobs should disappear

“It’s certainly exciting, but if it’s as you say, these machines will take the place of men, and skills will disappear; at Fiat robots already do the welding. A lot of jobs will be lost.”

Enzo at first agreed, then he seemed to have second thoughts, and finally he resorted to the only person who…

—p.299 Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay (The Neapolitan Novels, #3) by Elena Ferrante
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3 years, 1 month ago

all you feel is the guilt of what you are

“As a girl I would have liked to be like you.”

“Why? You think it’s nice to be born with everything all ready-made for you?”

“Well, you don’t have to work so hard.”

“You’re wrong—the truth is that it seems like everything’s been done already and you’ve got no good reason to do anything. Al…

—p.287 by Elena Ferrante
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3 years, 1 month ago

why did I behave like that

At those moments I felt good, I forgot the existence of Pietro and Dede, the wake of boring obligations they trailed. I feared only the moment when the guest would leave and I would fall back into the dreariness of my house: pointless days, idleness, rage concealed behind meekness. So I went overbo…

—p.254 by Elena Ferrante
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3 years, 1 month ago

solitude seemed to me a consolation prize topic/female-subjugation

As for Pietro, the condoms dulled his sensitivity even more, and it took him even longer to reach orgasm, which made him suffer, and made me suffer. Sometimes I made him take me from behind, I had the impression that it was less painful, and while he dealt those violent blows I grabbed his hand and…

—p.253 by Elena Ferrante
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3 years, 1 month ago

as if violently jolted from inaccessible depths

I felt offended, and dictated it just the same. It wasn’t published. And from then on, with a certain embarrassment, both the local and the national editorial offices began to reject my texts, citing problems of space. I suffered, I felt that everything that up to a short time earlier I had taken a…

—p.242 by Elena Ferrante