...I'm familiar with another form of painful laziness, which I would invoke in the name of Flaubert, who called it his 'marinade'. This means that you throw yourself on the bed or sofa and 'marinate'. You don't do anything, your thoughts whirl around, you're a bit depressed... I often have these 'marinades', very often, but they never last long, fifteen or twenty minutes... Then my courage picks up again.
- Roland Barthes, ur The Grain of the Voice. Jag fattar precis vad han menar. Denna marinad är mitt liv.
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SJukt bra! Koka i eget svett. Barthes är den bästa tillfällighetsfilosof jag vet. Småsaker får han ibland på kornet något djävulskt.
jag har börjat läsa B först nu - din beskrivning låter lovande.
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