One can always satisfy oneself, I suppose; it’s other people one can’t satisfy. One thinks one’s way of life is sound and then comes an external vision to say: you are a fake, you are nothing, you’re animal and must die, and no one will know you were ever here. It’s an intimation of the whole absurdity of what you are and do. It’s the worst kind of despair.

One can always satisfy oneself, I suppose; it’s other people one can’t satisfy. One thinks one’s way of life is sound and then comes an external vision to say: you are a fake, you are nothing, you’re animal and must die, and no one will know you were ever here. It’s an intimation of the whole absurdity of what you are and do. It’s the worst kind of despair.

– Malcolm Bradbury –

Eating People is Wrong

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