I’m Writing a Novel, but There Is the News
A lot of life is left in the man being killed.
He does not at first foresee the end. He knows, of course, that anything can happen. When it begins, his only worry is that he will be unable to work. . . .
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Each poet will write / their own hell. In mine, like yours, / I’ll be condemned to beauty. — Yusuf Saadi