This weeks entry comes from The Sibyl by Par Lagerkvist
I had long spells of utter indifference. And yet I burned with a vague longing for I knew not what. And suddenly, without warning and for no reason at all, I would be filled with a glowing wave -- a wave of happiness and excitement which at first was glorious but afterwards became so violent and hot that it filled me with anguish and terror, so that I had to press my hand hard against my eyes for a while until the wave subsided and I became myself again. Myself? But who was that?
Who was I? (p 37)
The Sibyl by Par Lagerkvist. Naomi Walford, trans. Vintage Books, New York. 1963 (1956)
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