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and you, are you happy?

[...] “Have you thought that you’ll never be able to have a family of your own, children?” I said. “That you’re destroying your future for something that will end soon, you understand, it will end in any case. You’ll never be happy.” “And you, are you happy?” she asked me, harshly. I had tears in m…

—p.181 Forbidden Notebook Forbidden Notebook (7) by Alba de Céspedes
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so morality has no importance for you? advice/living inspo/dialogue

I couldn’t make a decision and she felt it; I was afraid, in fact, that she was betting on that and her calm was due to a calculation. I asked her affectionately, “Do you say that because you think you can’t act otherwise? That you don’t have a choice? There’s always a remedy, at least greater harm…

—p.179 Forbidden Notebook (7) by Alba de Céspedes
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when he goes to the street with the prostitutes project/panopticon-diaries topic/female-subjugation

I called Clara and told her I’d like to come see her, and she invited me to lunch, but we didn’t set a day. I said how grateful I was for what she’s doing for us, I repeated, “Let’s hope for the best.” She said that in reality she didn’t have much hope, but that I shouldn’t discourage Michele, beca…

—p.164 Forbidden Notebook (7) by Alba de Céspedes
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what’s happening, Valeria? inspo/attraction-watershed

Then there was a silence, and I was happy in the echo of my name. “What’s happening, Valeria?” he asked, without looking at me, still staring at that initial. I said, “I don’t know,” and looked down. He continued, “Shall we be frank? May I speak?” I would have liked to say no, to put on my coat and…

—p.154 Forbidden Notebook (7) by Alba de Céspedes
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they give her the pitiless force that divides us

Mirella was sitting on the ottoman in her room. When I entered, she didn’t even lift her head up from her hands. I sat on a chair in the corner and looked at her. Her nightgown was already lying on the ottoman, white, a child’s nightgown. I’ve never understood Mirella, while I always understand Ric…

—p.152 Forbidden Notebook (7) by Alba de Céspedes