"And for me, writing was like weeping. A happy book was indecent, unseemly. We ought to wear mourning as a sign of civilization, a sign that we remember every man-made death of any kind, whether it took place in prison or in war."
From a memoir by Marguerite Duras, Yann Andrea Steiner, translated from the French by Babara Bray, Page 27
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