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1 " I saw bundles of dead raggedy reeds hanging down from the broken ceilings that had depicted heaven. I looked deep into the house’s diseased and dying maw.It was like it had been putting on an act the whole time and was only now showing itself as it, in reality, had always been: a hollow, drafty cavern, rancid and rotting at its core. "
― Willem Frederik Hermans , Het behouden huis
2 " This bowl of bone covered with its lid and its movable hide, this was where it all came from: the other people, the world, the war, the dreams, the words, the deeds that seemed to happen so automatically as if one’s deeds were the world’s thoughts. You would need a second head to understand what the first head was, but I only had one, here in my hands, holding it in a way people never hold anything else. Yet, if not for the claims of scholars, you wouldn’t know your head was any different from your hand or foot. "
3 " Je zou een tweede hoofd moeten hebben om te begrijpen wat dat éne hoofd is, maar ik heb er maar een, hier is het in mijn handen, ik houd het vast op een manier waarop een mens nooit iets anders vasthoudt. "