"Then the teacher shivered. ’God’s a ghost. Baker, listen to me now.’ And he shook his finger at me. ’He’s behind eevery closet. And we put him there. Ointment for our oldest fear: that we won’t survive. So we take God out occasionally as needed. I’m tired, let’s have some God. My mother died, my father, give me some God. I’m sick and I can’t get well: where did you leave the God last time you used it? Is there any God left in the bread basket? Don’t tell me we’ve run out of God, I told you to get some!"
ur Schopenhauer’s telescope av Gerard Donovan.
Min nya kärlek.