Literature is My (Su)rreal Utopia
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Michael Ondaatje
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Saturday, 21 March 2015
THE ENGLISH PATIENT
Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.
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