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" What I had experienced at the age of twenty was not yet a memory. And memory meant not that what-had-been recurring, but that what-had-been situated itself by recurring. If I remembered, I knew that an experience was thus and so, exactly thus; in being remembered, it first became known to me, nameable, voiced, speakable; accordingly I look on memory as more than haphazard thinking back - as work; the work of memory situates experience in a sequence that keeps it alive, a story which can open out into free storytelling, greater life, invention. "
― Peter Handke , Repetition
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" Por contra, me explicaba mi hermano, el tiempo que media entre el despertar y el momento en que el que está acostado es dueño de su razón es un tiempo peligroso, es un mal tiempo, es el tiempo del arrepentimiento que hace encoger de vergüenza, el tiempo del sudor, dijo él, el tiempo de la verdad, el tiempo claro, el tiempo de la era glacial, tiempo de guerra, dijo él, es el destiempo. "
― Peter Handke ,
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" Though nothing much had happened, he felt that he had seen and experienced enough that day - thus securing his tomorrow. For today he required no more, no sight or conversation, and above all nothing new. Just to rest, to close his eyes and ears; just to inhale and exhale would be effort enough. He wished it was bedtime. Enough of being in the light and out of doors; he wanted to be in the dark, in the house, in his room. But he had also had enough of being alone; he felt, as time passed, that he was experiencing every variety of madness and that his head was bursting. He recalled how, years ago, when it had been his habit to taken afternoon walks on lonely bypaths, a strange uneasiness had taken possession of him, leading him to believe that he had dissolved in the air and ceased to exist. "
― Peter Handke , The Afternoon of a Writer
