Lectures de confinement.
Au détour d’un roman policier, un autre livre, Le zen et l’art de la maintenance des motos, était mentioné.
Quelques extraits ci-dessous. More to come, probablement…
Quant au roman policier? Le dernier tome de la série Harry Hole de Jo Nesbø. Recommandé aux amateurs de nordic noir.
“She seems so depressed sometimes by the monotony and boredom of her city life, I thought maybe in this endless grass and wind she would see a thing that sometimes comes when monotony and boredom are accepted. It’s here, but I have no names for it.”
“If someone’s ungrateful and you tell him he’s ungrateful, okay, you’ve called him a name. You haven’t solved anything.”
“At first this difference seemed fairly minor, but then it grew…and grew…and grew …until I began to see why I missed it. Some things you miss because they’re so tiny you overlook them. But some things you don’t see because they’re so huge. We were both looking at the same thing, seeing the same thing, talking about the same thing, thinking about the same thing, except he was looking, seeing, talking and thinking from a completely different dimension.”